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Grew up round the hall that they call Ruskin
Making money on the streets but we weren't busking
Couple people I could truly put my trust in
All

back left like I'm tryna enter a cheat code
I'm standin' by these lines and right now, feels like a free throw
One shot, all I need
Then I'm cookin' like

Ginobli
I rose to the top and they mad at the old me
Claiming they broke they saying you owe me
Nah fuck that rose to the top with the family
In the love

they like oh, young s1rk is a prodigy
Bro I been doing this shit for too long
I been on my own and I been by my lonely
I swear bro, this purple cup, it

to do back when he was young

So let the stars shine tonight on South East Queensland 
Over an empty house on a cattle-less farm
Where echoes of love

and done, and
With the plays I make, yo ass JV
I'm a finals MVP Dirk Nowitzki
Hall of Fame ballot nominee
I don't even need the fame but wheres the money

go
Had to make a project cause I'm tryna do the most
All of your love that you give Imma boast
Lotta fish in the sea but that's mine
Don't stare too

the high skies
Sipping mai tai's giving plenty
'Cause I'm living the city life
Got no where I can park my Bentley
Music going Continental but inside I'm

Bottom of the bottom struggling 
Nobody helped

That's why I got up off my ass and got it by myself 

I seen too many niggas die over designer belts

forget an essential or get hungry 
Don’t forget to come by the neglected section of sundries 
Where they’ll remind you that your memory is worsening
Losing

And whether it's she/her
Or whether it's he/him, those and them
The world united by bootyholes again
Duty calls again
Through these halls again
Ready to pick

so fine; like vintage wine; that draws a line
From eyes divine; right back to mine; where love is blind and closed
A simple phrase; gets turned for

Ah yes, I was on the extension, listening in

He said Ah yes that is so, but your advice I must forgo
For my love she will not wait for evermore

by my teachers
Lisa raye posters on my wall when I get home
Rapping in the mall trying to get known
Those 8 mile cyphers were everywhere
If you

a deep sleeper

Goal getter, big thinker
 
Not influenced by the hot liquor

Mama said ""You're not a Gold digger""

Work Hard, Play Hard Wiz Khalifa,

Dostoyevsky

Black Thought

Streams of Thought, Vol. 1

2018

Explaining this changin' apples to applesauce
When we were young, innocence was ours, but that was lost
Where I reside is the dark side of the glory

to myself, don't call me back
My business snug but my family closer
What's a tug-of-war to a roller coaster
I love you more than to screw you over
Flat heads

our ups
I'm glad I found you no matter what, no matter what
Regardless I love you and always will care
You had stuck by me when no one was there
You

hello, who is this?
Merry Christmas Melvyn
It can't be

Come on Mel how about pulling a cracker
By the look of you darling I think I already have
Get

A cultivation of evil
To sting, to twist and stir
Blessed by the rabid curse...
Outcast, exiled, banished
Deep in night forlorn
Where demons chant
At the Leper's

Enticed by the lights as they dance like rose petals
As all these personas they thrive on the stage
She was lookin' for love in the midst of the rage
Like

of eight to survive
I love being Nuyorican
And no matter what the islanders might say that I am
I know I am defined by blood
Not language, image, beach,

Catch me I'm juggin'
Shawty want love, I can't give her my feelings
Where did I put 'em
Tell her Baby I got gas smoke, we could roll up
Light up,

the halls
In the jit days
Those are not missed days
I was wack as fuck and had a bowl cut in the fifth grade
Now I'm surrounded by people that don't make up