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(YoungProducers)
Slatt Gotit, know you dig (Slatt Gotit, YSL life)

Bentley coupe, yeah, for my moms
My diamonds, they hit with the sun
Clutchin' on blick when

Day in America

Sun Kil Moon

I Also Want to Die in New Orleans

2019

you're so fuckin' cool
With your nose in the air, don't you?"
Debbie said, "What are you even talking about?
I've never even met you"
The girl said,

run with the mice
Who run to the mice
With a mouth that run
Bout the one with the mic
I'm one with the mic
I turn on the sun when I write
Double your

tell me you gotta be 
More polite, shit it's fake, I don't wanna be
 I don't need your blessing If I the feel the need to say your music is trash 
Your

to kick it and I made it
Where your honey bunny be, he won't hate it
He'll just want to play with it
Blow you out like a candle stick
Cause that's how

and do they biz
In Hoff-like, environment
Goth spikes, retirement moth dust, colodipen
Shook ones, try again my philosophy lingo
My wardrobe was forged by

your crown missing
You were sleeping on me while i took it
All my barz are snowing well with tales of white girl sales
It's hard not having dirty hands

with my ruler
Look, little mama, this Big Daddy Kane will ruin ya
You need Dr. Dre to get biz on ya
So I slide to your crib and drop a few Crustified

fuck with none of these bitches, they can't even get a wave (bye)
I just heard your album, it wasn't givin' what it was 'posed to have gave
I could be

never compete
Imma world class spitta with hittas that never hesitate to pull the trigger
I’ll leave your ass like a homicide when I murder the shit
You

the morning take two of these
Blue and greens, by any means you a fiend
Shoot him up with music like New Orleans
Talking that patois, Mardi Gras, hardy har
You

The difference between me and you is ya boy real
Precise Music, started my own label
I ain't scared to die I'll cut my own cables
Look, by the vine that you niggas

We Workin'

M-Child

Gon' Madd

is lame, so if you try to stop this thing,
We gonna melt your brain, we ain't going; we workin', man.

[M-Child]

I took a time out with you hoes, put

and put out that wack flow track?”
He’s looking for a rap that’ll make him stack dough fast
And come out with a whole album like “I’m in 2Pac mode class!”

nightmares with the mask on and Jason 'em
Machete time, I won't shoot you
Take the mask off, played to death: I am Future
But don't pass your presence

seen
My sins are telling me that I don't have the right to dream
But I let the record keep on spinning just to ease the pain
Sharing my catharsis with

leave you
Always on the radar
With disguises we see through
New mask to hide behind?
Unmask you like Scooby-doo
Take out your earplugs
I'm trying to speak

Trey Munna come get you
Talking shit, boy go wipe your wipe your mouth, ima get you some tissue
Music beef Gangsta, from the streets don't make this

but your raps are boring
They leave me snoring, you ain't making hits
All due respect man, it's not a diss
But your album stinks like imported Swiss

sound like or remind them about
like I'm affected by the bullshit that comes out your mouth
instead of giving me credit for what you never could do
If I

or the sadness you just play with they ears 
And I know that you hurting 
But you won't tell the truth about it 
Telling the world your problems but won't do

emotional
So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cuz now your music sucks dick
Mister Mister ass kisser to get accepted

Hallelujah

Clairmont the Second

Quest for Milk and Honey

2017

that's just how it is 
but I'ma do music and love it because I say screw the biz
How my visions distorted, my ideas never exported
I was following

i-space sami
I stay hungry bomprapper ngibadla ngey’kathi
Your girl fly Play bunny let her play by me
Why you acting gay mina ngipheth’ i-straight sami