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Yeah, listen

Another death on the timeline, what's new
What has the world come to? The pain runs deep
It feels like a blade when it cuts through
I'm

the cream
No j cole but I got
A dollar and a dream
Bout my pesoswon
Yen, and ice cream
Past ain't purty
Hope the future be clean
Tryna level up
Like prince

Won on Won

Cocoa Brovaz

The Rude Awakening

off, swept off the floor like crumbs

I'm from N.Y.C.I.T.Y. stay high
Lazy eye ghetto celeb rap guy from Bed-Stuy
Splash in two lines, me no long

easy
Turning you rappers to sushi
Chop you and serve you up ready
Swear y’all just bore me
Y’all niggas trip off the Henny
I’m taking trips out

“Against All Odds”
Written By: Amber Smoke


Intro:
Push yea ooh
Push aye aye aye aye


Verse 1:

Feel like I’m floating high
But my feet

to be dying someone get a defibrillator
You pick up the lines and understand I'm no annotator
While rappers listen and biting bars like an alligator
I

romantic
This lady discussing semantics
Attractive are rappers
She into Pluto like planet
Strong arms, hand cannons
We finish our game at the table
I'm

I was raised by gorillas
If my life were a movie
It'll be labeled a thriller
Been cold with the flow name a rapper that's chiller
I've been styling

Heartbeat of the streets I'm checking all it's vitals
But then I flatline

And we ain't seeing eye to eye like binoculars
You could never live in my world

to bequeath
That to the Majority that don’t care it’s all Black Underneath

“Survival of the Fittest”?, I live my life to the Fullest
I can Blow Your Mind

learn today. he no learn am from any teacher 
No I'm not a preacher 
But if i da speak to you ,sometimes you supposed to da jot down

I don try for myself

beater by the second and we always hit all net
By the gross is what we net, I think Nike sending checks
Like gymnast gotta flex, I’m on the westside hit up

ticket
To sell out shows with a message of my own
I got personal beef with how both states are being ran
Im talkin of how Irelamd and America are fucked

Don't Be Mad

DJ Green Lantern

I Produced That

2008

You niggas hate me because I live like a champion
I'm eating scampian shrimp
And the vehicles I'm lampin' in you can't be in
I'm the one like Mr.

live
Off what I ink while
The poetic penpal most down with the locale
I’m for this game like
As of right now, I’m tellin’ emcees to hush
You talkin’ too

It's been a stressful day, where is my grinder?
Every time I hit the J I get a reminder
That we all connected and we tryna be accepted
In this cold,

I get high
Just to just to balance out the lows
I’m Jazzy Jeff’n smoke
Tryna get throwed
Come through, eyes low
Waddup doe
We just some young niggas

sentence by public opinion, and hearse
Whatever the media say, that's what the verdict is
That's how that shit gone ride out
and like me, I'm blocking out

to do with defeats
I turn all of those to motivational musical speech
Oh, and by the way, guess what I'm doin' to eat?
Yup, rappin', who cares about

remember
My creative dreams

I'm not here for labels
Some things you can't describe
That's about the trust
That you develop from inside
When you understand

door
Power outage from a storm, fam slept 'round me in scores
As a 10-year-old spore, christian hope turned to a horror
Gored by visions of the place I

can't get any ready
and the bus was coming second for second 'fore me.
Destination.
Driver opens front door for me,
No 'thank you' this time I'm sorry.

It’s up!! aaiiight , im ready babyboy come jam wit a outlaw lul ma hop straight out the shower , without flaw. 
He don’t live by the code don’t know

Would he still get embraced?
Or would you find the applauding
Would quickly turn to appalling
You got no career by the next morning
I ain’t saying you