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Close your eyes be mesmerised 
By what you have with me 
For no other can disguise 
Or prototype my freak 
The inna freak in me 
She lays it down

'm trying to send a reminder
May I remind you
Bitch walking by I rewind her
Look from the front and behind her
Niggas is silent
They want to see where my mind

We Workin'

M-Child

Gon' Madd

like grass, watch, I'll grow.
A very busy man, niggas don't understand,
I don't fuck up like I used to because I got plans.
Subway nigga working, I

somebody gonna fit in it

Say no names, wear my hair longer than your first strang
Yo' girl wish she was drafted for the Georgia drill team
But I ain't gon'

was mad at you
Text if Im up but it’s the afternoon
Caught yourself i know you international
In the dmv you by the nationals
Howard got vibes that shit

myself

Been a crazy journey
Got milk in my coffee man I'm so stressed out
Washing dishes in the middle of the night man
Can't sleep at night I hear my

raps, I can't settle for living basic
Couldn't break her heart she don't know I'm breaking down drugs in a vacant
Made my first thousand by the Texaco

something
Man of my word, with verb that you heard, make em come in herd
Sorta like the sheep do
We could do thangs that your ex never showed you
I'm just

real

Now my mom wants me to work
Pretending like she ain't got no idea how much my craft will earn (please)
Every page is a paycheck I push the most

look how they trap us
It's time for action, no satisfaction, till we in mansion, I got it out the dirt like a niggaa went camping
Life a maze, it be

and throw up
She can't believe I have yet to blow up
Just give me some weed
And my depth can go up man I was there
Really i think I was
Huh well at least my

coochie make that nigga's leg lock
And one punch to your head give a topknot
She gon' ride by my crib wit' a card lock
Man, it's goin' down, bitch

I pick the bottle up, I put it down
Hit the blunt twice pass it around
She drop it low all the way to the ground
Baby, I love the way you
Put it

nigga, give a caterpillar wings he ain't died my nigga

If I don't speak I'm a choke my nigga, if I don't breathe then I'll croak my nigga
Why you got your

a winter cheek
Well, things ain't what they used to be
She got gone
And that's something that I can't forgive
I can't forgive that
There is no compromise

No

enough

Verse (Lab Man):
Keep the money on my mind,
So I'm rolling with my 9,
Yea I know this shit could cause time,
But ain't nobody fucking with mine,
I

fi ah know how thing the go
High grade smoke through the window
Bwai can’t see him girl 
Car tint up 
you fi know by now everything’s up 


I got 
Big

My words shall live on beyond eons
Against all the odds from pariah to writer of psalms
Transcriber of fire these bridges I burn by the song

niggas that just be rappin swear to you that dat shit garbage

Man I really be different
Addicted to money I'm itchin
She suckin my dick and I whiten her

Sometimes I ask questions
Oh lord, have mercy and do it for me yeah
Also for everybody yeah
When I come in, me I give them one time
There is no time
She says

got a teacher tryna top on me (tryna top on me)
That's your favorite rapper? Why the hell is he a mockery?
You say, "We compatible," I see you like

you repay me by leaving me when I need ya
You left, swapped a man with a mess, now I ask
What’s in my replacement that I didn’t have?

I’m trying

me, riddle me
Since she got rid of me, I been dolo
Clocking out in a polo
Quick to forget the years
That my career was stuck in slow-mo
The framework

She heaven sent and the way I’m dripping is so menacing
I’m a dog , like im playing fetch man I’m tryna ball
I want it all I’m the first to answer when