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Hey there yeah I go by Kota
Vanny is the man who made me
Shit be getting crazy
Won't be here for too long no
Think I gotta pack my bags I'm gone
Now

been measured
Then found guilty then found treasured
By the Holy one of heaven, changing weapons into blessings
I know the streets that you own, I know

bleeding
This is no country for him
See first the government that has done more to hurt
By giving everyone everything they wanted
But nothing they deserved

the rules
I just gotta chill
For a night or two

Don't give me no leg lock
Can we skip the small talk
Risk come with price
I got that shit payed off

I know

right in front of you
Your pain is real, and that is a fact
But it's no cause to react
By trading in your created form
For in between, and say it's

We took a maze to look around
One floats for days, not coming down
Ludicrous pains all to be found
The novocaine is here and now
The old man said

to sing her song
'Cause no one listened in the place I've always played, the place I've tried to belong
I dip my feet in at a quarter past two, wondering

the summers we were fuckin broke
And for the winters I need bags and the furry coats
What I'm tryna say I need the paper over load
House by the coast
Bitches in

The right person will walk by and expose them
But they’re left on pavements unnoticed
I distract roll the spliff and I’m toking
I distract roll the spliff

wanna see you doing bad, bad, bad, bad, bad,
Yea, yea, yea
I’m the fucking man cause I did it by my lonely
They be talking hot, they be acting like they

the fire
Lord it’s you I desire
You forgive me
And you showed me
All your love
Out the streets mama
You ain’t raise no thug
Giving all the glory
To the Man

Man of the people or so you say
Promising to stop climate change
"You'll have to wait 'till it's too late"
Wait wait wait a bit and die
Digging

the start so we spread wings
Like the bird on my chest when I stepped in
Only real brothers vibe in my section
Never trusted false prophets or fortune-tellers

Hey babe, um I haven't heard from you in a while
Hope you're doing okay
Last time we spoke I was really worried about you
Just let me in, please
Let

Watch me, I can say fuck a job
Bosses stacking your papers, and all you can do is nod
You hate listenin to the man, and of course he's a snob
But

vibe
She keep that ass to the sky
Heart so cold like outside
Lost so many folks dat I can't even Cry
I just give thanks for the ones by my Side
Cross my

The lead passes by me
We’re dying and smiling violently

Neighborhood coach man
Role provider
Bad lil jawn
I get close beside her
Talk my shit like a real nigga do
Want a baller or a bum
Baby
Milli make em choose

my patnas
Seventh grade they put me out because I chose to be a man
I ain't see a school again until my dad took me in
Locked in with my brother we

A parasite not deserving of them
A monster at the least

Mother!

We bleed the same
Yet they cast me out
Divided by their blame

Poor pitiful beast
He never

it all but I'll admit that I was wrong
Good Lord knows that I am glad, about this man that I call dad
And all the good times that we've had, you can

not slain by jealousy
Friend deceives friend
Betray or betrayed
No one speaks the truth
In our deceit we turn from thee
Everyday hearts are broken

Walked in leaning
Ain't even sober when I'm dreaming
I been wrestling with demons
Man I'm just a hopeless Heathen and I think that hope is needed
But

rick he was only 16

Longlive rick he got hit at 16
By some fuck niggas who was tryna fake beef and
Longlive trappa put my nigga on the tee
They shot