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Uyospanisi degree or you getting famous
Two decades your mama bleed so you'll be okay
What you think I don't know
(Nah Jo)
Well tell me what you know
(Life Jo)

I don't even got my degree
You know that I gotta eat 
Getting it straight from the street

All by myself 
And I'm freezing
I'm hot cuz I'm facing

and flow 
Oh no, hell no, don’t talk about that!
Don’t talk about bars, you rapping too fast
I just hit em’ with the rhythm while slamming up on the gas

me another day
(Homelessness rising up on families)
So I can try to find my way
(Word up, homelessness)
And I work (several resumes on e mail)
And I

your beauty
But I've had to fit a second hand
I've bought a calendar, and every month
Is taken up by lover man

'Cause we live our love,
in different

has to make
This life worth living

Real life is only a time line
And the excitement holds the short times
It will never measure up to what TV sells

school without a college fund or scholarships
Four years of staring at my degree as it tarnishes
Watching everyone around me fold and do exactly what

I should adopt a more violent disposition[00:44.43]Maybe by definition, maybe with clarification[00:47.34]They think so, I am, now witness

Gas my friends up, it's your time
I'm just waiting on mine
It's been a while since I put weight on the line
But my mind holds weight
No holds barred
I'm

Does our love hold a candle
To the way it was years ago?
Would we even know?
Could we see its growth
Or are we way too close?
Are we sure that this

a move then it's flatline finished
When I spaz I'm grinning
Peel off in the 'Cedes and I pass by spinnin
It's perks with this life but I don't have my skin

Sunlight is glowing
I can never let a day go by
Without me soaking up your powerful shine
In the morning you command my gaze 'cause I lost you through

I'm smoking this rifa its OG the pack
If he came by himself it's RIP to that
As a kid, my secret Santa wishlist was a Glock and a Mac
Oh he a bitch

Degree.
You’ll be the one to throw the
Dirt on me,
You’re knocking on the door,
tick tock, and you
Disturb the beat
So by the time you come
to murder me

of its burd/en/ it’s a race either way/ weather the precieve forerunner or the strangler at race’s end/ got have it complex/ addiction/ by lose Webster’s

(yeah)
Like how they thinking of me, am I another dead beat on the path of defeat?
Am I another wack job without a college degree?
Am I gonna die alone? My

And thread like on light waters
From slipping and sliding
I hold my tongue with cautious
Not to step on toes of faux cultures
Then I strike like piston

me
Everything a god see is by the third degree
When I was doing violent crime, you was a petty thief
I got niggas doing life who really kill police

and buss back
If you ever tried to dust man
Yeah I love that
She went to school, got a degree
But a freak up in the sheets when she fucking on me
Maybe life

That you could get burned
Light me up like trees
Uh Uh third degree

Fire, burn
Fire, burn

Light me up I'm on fire
Watch my flames burn the sky
Feel my

trouble backin up
On this drive when I'm passin em
Backinpedaled to maximum
Rollin pot holds a crash to come
On these rappers who lack the run
Spit this raw

I'm livid the air I breathe
Passion grabs a hold of me
Every step I take I lead
I fulfill my destiny

I can feel the galaxies
All the power circles

ho'in around, black kids missin', white kids found 
Grown ass men gettin' gagged and bound by a nine to five that can't hold their family down 
Everything

Uh, yeah
I said bet they know the team we ring a few big alarms
Wavy niggas like we hold the cruise up or some
Since I dropped The West I got my