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morning
They can never redo what I did
Came from nothing we still did it big
Tell me how I ain't even a father
But I do got a whole lot of kids
They already

Looking at it, this the real it
And you tell by how I feel it
If I was a drug, you could deal it
Selling my tunes like a bando
Hand to hand though
And I

else 
I was probably 6 or 7 
When Agya Nsiah taught me that lesson 
So what do I have in common with suckers who were only raised by mothers 
No man

to day
Verses like magic, make you disappear like I’m David Blaine
Way too many niggas happy to be on the same shit
Trynna tell you goofies I’m getting

hands and feet
Dismantled sin, the son already handled things
My pencil is equivalent to Davids sling
The way I slay these Giants with my ways of rhyming

calling just to see it
Like this shit ain't risky
I'm riding wit the work and the Glizzy
Guess you trying to get me jammed Up
State time state boots
Ankles

and deliver
Don't ever doubt
Are you....

Kidding me?
I feel like David fighting Philistines
For the inner peace
Me and BRLY. be the synergy and we bringing

and trapping and fucking
The trap Lenny Williams, I'm r&b thugging
Coldside once you can tell by the puffer
But a soufside nigga, press sum get to busting
How I

on my mind
I been stressin away

Talk to god
Tell em go an send a blessin my way

If he dont ima have to go make me way

Money talk
But money aint gone

tomorrow I got everything required
Tell me all your story there's some shit I can acquire
All your losses I'll remember all your wins will make me better

Getting that motion, sip purple, got potions
Exotic gas, yeah, that's all that I'm smokin
You could tell just by the smoke that it's potent Glock 43,

Bottega on me, forever a slime
They waiting on me I Richard the time

Why do you promise me you gone stand by my and I feel it's April fool
Please dont tell

Gotta tell myself to turn myself up in this m*********** like god damn 

Holloworld

Think I had enough
I think I had enough 
I think I had enough

Tryna hit a triple-double with the flow so I blow
And can blow a lil cash for the bros
And the hoes who would tell me I wasn't grown
When I didn't have

T than Malice

Same dynamic as my older brother
Young, gifted & black & I'm like no other
(Hm)
Father told me tell these hoes
Women come in dozen, go

I was told an alcoholic aint shit
Nigga call me a lyft
Aye, this'll tell you if you need to exist 
In this life theres bets theres risk
Aye, picc ya

buy it circulate it to your loved ones
To my day ones, you keep it real to core
Rappers gibberish, I bet they spit in code
My friends tell me, bro you

to David Haley
You called me back in AZ
Said that God would have a problem
With the way I've been rapping lately
Well, that's between me and Him, so I'll let

half rasta you don't want no smoke better act like you got asthma
You cant tell me, even sway ain't got the answer
Pocket full of dead dead, feel like

Lemme tell how the really real Brooklyn gets down

In the 70's and 80's there were lots o' dead bodies
BK was full o' gangsters like gambino and gotti
You

My 19th Birthday

Dave

Game Over

2017

control and jurisdiction
'Cause a lot of road yutes have got a sickness, mentally

Like, look
My mummy always used to tell me this
"David, listen when

wouldn't, You stuck and surprised
See your girl walk by and I'm catching her eye
See a snitch walk by and I'm catching his... *hiss*
Peace to my chiefs

on David Ruffin[01:04.74]In the end discussion, bitch can't tell me nothin[01:07.71]Ain't know hoe I need you, make her roll my weed[01:11.04]Grab her by her

How come I only find time for the one,
When the sun down
Sum' inside tell me I should calm down
Lunge for the touchdown, abstracted
I just can't