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IV with hot coffee

My body ain't a slave to the rat race
Feels like I'm it runnin with a loose lace
I seek His grace,  while my skills waste
Can't

(Ahhh)
(Now it's all)

My room is by a window
I turned to have a look
The people saw me staring
I hid behind my book

Now it's all, it's all
Feeling

situation poorly by scrambling
Just to find the right words
So perfect it's like they don't exist
If I could find words
The pollowing is a perfect fit, fuck,

I'm getting it going I'm serious
It's four in the morning and I'm delirious
But still up recording
And I'm just hoarding storing all these beats

Sipping drank but not the 4
Straight duesse without the coke
Catch a plane, I gotta go
Another week to hit the road and then return home broke
Im sick

EITHER,
STILL I NEED TO CUT STRESS, SURROUNDED BY SOME PEOPLE 
WHO WOULD LOVE TO SEE ME FAIL BUT ALSO LOVE TO SHARE MY SUCCESS

LIVING IN THE HOOD STILL,

no love, nuh-uh, you ain't show love to me, when I was out here Walking
I'm on the grind twenty-four seven, yeah, I shine so I got to keep that iron,

The stories I shared on these last 4 tracks is only half the Journey towards Authenticity
Struggling to cope with depression and anxiety I lost hope

ball in the west
That lil' nigga was killin'
Surrounded by violence
His parents ain't like it
They knew that
They son was no a regular nigga
He got a bit

the fuck is elegant
I want head, also want some carti lens
I want bread like I'm winning all these settlements
I ain't alone but I deal with shit by myself

Sniffin up white to discover the clues
Teaching my sons to abide by the rules
Roll up the pain just to enjoy the view

I been alone way too long
Moved

of touch
But I got women back home saying they wanna fuck
Oh my
I can’t walk this road with close eyes
Know I
Get this shit popping just like at four five

imma make it home
Better call my pops I gotta let him know
Lock the door
It’s almost quarter to 4
Yeah
Take me out to LA by the night
I might just say

you looked outside
Cupid passed you by
Someone to tell you where to go
Was what you needed
Because the shortcut that you took
You realized wasn't

To the holy filth
For something greater
More than a burden of guilt
A duty to build
And enjoy
Crosses only crucify
While the medicine wheel
Unites four

I remember the sounds of boots on the floor
Then a knock on the door
And a man in a uniform

Me and Sergey was saved by the year we were born

4K for that dogfood if you got a reference
I really miss my dawg had that real mac precence
All my dawgs some ridin strikas real solid felons
Post up

thou well at times I think
I'm always broke still can by my drink
I always smoke I'm designed to cope and designed a boat that the fake can't sink
Time

In my head I had a 4.0, and everybody knew me
And everywhere I’d go they’d say my name
And after they saw me, oh, they’d never feel the same
And it

remember don’t stop re4srs

I been trying not to put nothing to the side 
Cus when I put it down then the time flew by 
I was scared to go to that place in

ask if it’s working
Or question at all
But that whole thing is for a whole other song
Yeah, something to go on for four minutes long
But at least you

it but taking my time
Getting money and living my life
Hoe im broke i aint buying your lies
Pour a 4 for my people who died
Im on go I aint wasting no

fifty seven A.M.
I feel so high and I am
Never tempted by the scam
Of real life
Or something
When I cry
I’m bluffin'
Cause I know that
Everything will be

why are your deep brown eyes
Saying something
To get me back into your arms

I cried about it later that night every time
I cried about it later that