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give my heart to you

you were only mine was when thought of you

Daydreaming in class but couldn’t talk to u

Every time you passed by try to call

tailored
Loss in the water
Calm seas don't make good sailors
Raps got game
In my notebook it's scrimmages
Words become images
One day the pools gon' be

No one wants war
But your pushing us to it
All of my life
I was left in the rain
Sippin on lean
Til I ain't feel the pain
Trying to play it nice
When

myself
I thought I'd sour on my greatest love
But by the power and the grace of God
I'm pulling off something gorgeous in this forbidden forest
All snakes

colors of void
Praying scriptures cause my mind is at war
Who gone help out the boy
Tryna shine like the star of the north
I'll pay the price, just to live

spoke through the glass
Conjured up hope with a trace
No need to throw in the trash
All of the words that I've written
There is a message within 'em
But

world

Pearle vision, contact lenses is failin
In the cut chillin, Im gettin impatient
Put me in the game when niggas is trailin
I'm still in it when

them, post mortem
Copped shorty Coach, I know the game
Feeling like a Kobe or a Jordan
Want something more expensive?
Need a ring for it to award it

I still got them boots
Six shooters and the blues
I’m the man that held a dead one’s hand
In the Nutter & Mann Saloon
A sharp shot in the war
Where

trash what you rapping for
I treat every track like a rapping war
Since a jit, this the shit I had passion for
Don't ask a nigga what he's snapping for

From the censorship world governments make
There's no one but Obama to blame
But that's the psy op
See you're just in a game
He was the chess piece

pushin' that weight, masked up I ain't leavin' no trace
Lotta scars on my body and face, take off like Tay-K do the race
It was lint in my jeans now my

and holy wars
if it wasn't for you I'd prolly be at them bars
If it wasn't for you I'd prolly still have my job
You got to alter the galaxy for reality

I'll end your dumb game
Fuck a name, fuck a front page
Doing it for fun, I don't even want fame
Talk shit a bit, keep the sword sharp
Y'all rhymes sound

calling
Anay
Daddy with di Trust Funds
Last name Anderson
Dat be no capping ( LA ! )
Shawty I ain't really playing with athcham ( Anay)
Shawty I ain't

leaders, forced to forge my own path
Cast off by father and cherubs with a stone heart
Who thought of me as damaged goods
Rest assured, I've patterned up

I'm making em shiver
I was in that tent born by the river
Can't live in my world you get ate up for dinner
That chopper gone eat them for lunch
He off

that's that
I've been doing no cap, still loose it on these tracks

My armor revealing cracks, let me get ahh
I'll get back to you on that
Been overselling

of the Lord
Am I on the other side who will die by the sword

When will we give up this fighting
For things that don’t even exist
Pride, honor, disagreement
Who

saying all of this to embarrass you
All is fair in love and war, I ain't make the rules
You know we're in it way too deep - we can't call a truce
And when

from them wars in them dungeons
At least he got his life
That's a dub in the gutter
But the rent ain't getting paid so that's a dub for his mother
Every

to bring it back rewind refresh retest stress get blessed and re-define
Ya life's a game for playing so it play it like do or die
Whether chilling, chatting,

the rain and I'm not okay
I can feel your presence shaking my core
Inside my head there's a great war
Sleeping pills I need to take more
Or I'm back

like Axel Foley
Love a boss bitch but not one tryna control me
At the top it's getting lonely step up ya game below me
Niggas tried to troll me by