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say the worlds end is at hand. It simply isn't true. Sinking somewhere different like quicksand out of the blue. Where you fall isn't up to you. It's up

out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral

chips, no Smith
I'm out for the clout an' shit
Why you down and out with it
Try and amount to this
(Nah) , nah, it's too high
I flew by with the crew in

thought your love would bring me peace
But there was more behind the scenes
Just know every moment with you
Fuck you made that shit worth it
Yea we had some

favorite/ cnd that was just day 1, by day 10 I was chasing him/ Nigga tried to take me out the hustle, in a puddle, made him lay in it
When the street lights

with me (Rose City)
If you tryin' to jam it's Rose City (Rose City)
I'm not tryin' to chill in the back
We want the cheers and the claps
We go a fool

draining my health
Demons sly in their hatred waiting to bring me to hell
Hoping Nate gets complacent so they could take me at will
Well, if the truth wasn't

bring in the loot
Too big for your boots
You're looking down on me
Cause I am the root

Where's Obi? I need Toppin
You be the Joker, I'll be Robin
I got

Laughter hee hee hee!

Bah humbug, We in control of the grid
Because you haven't got a clue and we
Do so we did so rid
You of your duties, persist we

don't know you 

I can't fuck with you if you the other side
My team ten toes so all my brothers down to ride 
I listen to my thoughts they got my best in

shit to me
You are listening to greatness
Started writing these rhymes
In a basement
First time I rhymed 
I could taste it
I'll be making payments
By

my observations
Check my compilation, conversation
That's my occupation me and J Spin out the
Basement looking like some heroes
(Where you from?) From

matter, then I'm all in her bladder
Feet against my glass she's fuckin up my tint though
I ain't playing no games, this ain't no Nintendo
To find me you

they runnin' the block
But sleep in they mama crib
They creepin' out wit' the homies
The 40s brodies and shawties
But opp gon' notice you phony
They

dropped out, still mastered my classes
I mix and master my classics and let the streams bring the cash in
This some scary shit, poltergeist
Grew up, didn't

a hell of a time

If it's beef you can pass me a plate
I don't hesitate
You boys a lil fishy
You bait
Taking you out
It's a date
You niggas is bitches
Like

runs me
We was homies but I fell in love yeah I fell in love
with that lusting
We was arguing
You was cussing
And I fucked up
Now it's fuck me
Yeah you

hundred in Bitcoin
Could've made me a million
I be on it
Now it's becoming obsessive
Catch the bros slacking
And I'm thinking
Are you kidding
You out here

vegan
Slide on the beats nigga I'm going demon
Fuck around average like 50 season
Yeah MVP seasons
Yea you know wavy I bring the rings in
I'm going Brady

better than all you got!/
Fuck the Ops n Ox got Ciroc on the rocks gettin top in the drop hit a block/
I’m that motha fucka stop!/
Y’all don’t feel me tho

on that truck
And bring along your timepiece, Maurice, you gonna need some luck
Well everyone's getting bored, but I've already had me a few
Better take

Wanna learn the D pay the fee
This one goes out to the one Subrock KMD
And you don't quit

Back in the days when I was a teenage
Back the days back

I'm going nutty at the party when I Bring my smith a Wesson
Drinking Malibu im checking out
And I'm Rocking black  Air Forces so You better blow

Turned me down
But I wasn't done
When the door slammed
I just went and found another one
Got some years in it
Still feeling like I just begun
I let them