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one by April 8th
The day my faith revived 
Where I proclaimed I lived for Christ 
Verified in a post that shared my archetype 
Partly right 
Started

Niggas type big it's all capping 
You ain't with the gang no horse backing
You like a four you average
Heard you said you was the best I was on the floor

raps
Intense attract attention my tendencies caught eyes
But you mighta thought this music is misery taught fine
If only you could see what it did for me

goal
Nico, you should honestly quit music, it's not good
You're never gonna succeed
All the hard work you're putting in, isn't worth it
Go back to your 9

wrote songs
Played music
Performed death defying acts
Won lotteries
Cried
Screamed
Made love
Read words of beauty
Composed poetry
Birthed
Died
Hugged

it down, maybe you can understand me more!
I got no time for this shock jock, get up above my cock
Put the mic down, you're looking sixty four!
I'm

The cheers get louder
Tears get louder when you hit the ground

This place ain't much to look at
Ten by ten world with four white walls
Here we are kings with

We sliding and we vibing man, juicer cru in this bitch
Bitch I got four words for you shut the fuck up
My cuban plug like to stuff his dope in a dump

this bitch, I'm really with the fam

Ay, ay, ay, ay, let's go, let's go for 7-0-4-4
And you know I'm from that bitch we up'd the score, let's go

that gas I'm talking about caustic
Call me a janitor how I came with the mop stick
Mop mop
Pop me a bean n now I'm feeling nauseous
Mop mop
Said you had

You Say (Feed my sheep)
Music, lyrics by Travis K smith 
Published by WCDAT Publishing 

Verse 1 
Started out as a kingdom kid full of fire
Made my

out of breath (brr)
Any last words and you're screamin' out, "Help"
Bro, who's gonna help when you're already dead? (baow, baow, baow)
Got packed

always on go
This shit is easy
Feel like nobody can beat me
I know for damn sure can't nobody be me, see me
Something that you can't do, won't do
Now run

are gone
Even when I need 'em
Trapped in four walls
With no posters on 'em
Trying to say the right words
But I'm choking on 'em
No longer wanna get up

The paddles couldn’t shock you more than me
Karma’s plotting my revenge
For anyone who turned a blind eye
Knock you in the other
We can see when dove’s cry
All

wanna make music
But I know that's useless
My mind is so ruthless
This is for the fans that chose it
Take a seat
Get a grip
Bout to take you on a trip

The man the music the making the king

Constantly builded by me

A million men marching like Calling them the king kong

The verse making the world sing

My

The star collective always pooling shit, that's music minds,
The whole DECA squad, we could run a enterprise,
And opium IV, opening books, opening my mind,

The star collective always pooling shit, that's music minds,
The whole DECA squad, we could run a enterprise,
And opium IV, opening books, opening my mind,

!                         (4 x’s)

LORD YOU SAID THAT IN YOUR WORD YOU’D NEVER LEAVE ME
YOU EVEN SAID THAT I WAS WRITTEN IN THE PALM OF YOUR HAND
MANY

to hear what i'm saying next
The people know what it is
I just don't know how to miss
Its Four Joints, typa hits to make you roll up a spliff
I said they

yours
I keep it twenty five times four she said we should vibe more
Really always working so one day I could provide more
I ain't got time for
Apologize

I want this shit forever, like Drake said
When I whip out this weapon, you better fake dead
Only got three words for her, bitch, break bread
I've been

easy
So I keep my head down and I move
Forward
I love you too
All I need is that 4 words