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halls to be rattled 
By the songs i wrote
And the dream i tote
I'm gonna sow my oath 
To give back to the hope
Going coast to coast
Ending all with

Mama & Me

Nellie McKay

Pretty Little Head

2006

mom by my side
I know I'll always survive
We'll never give up the fight
Cause we got time time time time

I didn't wanna go
So far from home
But it was

I'm the bop kid, you know who the fuck it is
I rock shit, you know I'm on top of it
Rock star, rock out on my rocker shit
I go hard, I'm stackin', I

somebody and still stab them in the back
You can love somebody by just being attached
You can love or hate me and still have my back
Your sending anonymous

for
Shattered by the impact of falling garage doors 
Jump the boards like parkour, what's the raw score?
I don't know I paused the game to rock

say you ain't type that
I don't got no grace, when I see you
You know that I strike back
Always on that barking, you get scared when I bite back
I ain't

the story of your suicide would be a tiktok edit
I've been able to let go of some the things I felt the darkest
Like hawks after they leave the bones with no

thinking what if someone follow him to the crib
Prolly not, but still, from the head fish rot
He squat by the windowsill
The whores go back and forth

Haha)
And you call that a flex
Don't give a Fuck 'cause I Care about them checks
And after that one i'll go Straight to the next
I'm cold raw, man I don't

heartless
So we don't see eye to eye
Go fuck off and fucking die
I'll never hold back my strong linguistics
Fuck off with your inhibits on my lyrics
I'm not

Win forever, this your viscous rem cycle
Ain’t differential, it’s a trend, ain’t
Criminal, incremental, incidental? that’s a
Different question, shots

thankful for the frienship and I hope its never ending
Oh man, you and I go way back
But I wonder if were honest
Is it all just an act
Sometimes you really

High stakes, hold'em, I chippin' the bank
Green fangs, hand'll go win with a pair
REM Stage, hop in a Mulsanne
Drop off that goo, thanks
Screw tape, do

Copper-Filled 
Pockets, never net a man 
Who don't hate it 
So let it be stated 
Niggas couldn't fade it with an 
Edit
And Xerox M.C.'s 
Are pathetic, they

Rather Get Money

New Gen

New Gen

2017

shellers
In my adidas creps
Don't talk on my Stan Smiths, stamp on a man's Margielas
Man, go stand in the back if you're jealous
Got a mosh pit looking

shit on tape
Make sure we edit out the face
I ain’t trying catch another case
I disappear don’t leave a trace
Ya momma pray like pastor mase
Now I’m back

holding a rambling mind
Don't you think I wanna smoke and let go too
But you left me here to take care of business and hold you
Like I enjoy stressing

Mornors in the lobby and they all there
Surrounded by the flowers and they all sad
Consumed by the stench that's embedded in the fabric
Embedded in their

me up She givin' me cash, she givin' me mouth
Talkin' that shit, I edit bitch out Never catch me dancin' for clout

Back in Caymus, never no trout Hate

Yeah
What we doing today
I'm just the
Author of a flow so poetic
It could probably go gold with no edits
But I set a goal to go get it
Motivated by

respond like nigga if you scared go to church
Everything I spit is ether
Body the beat like the reaper
After that roll up the reefa
Don’t need no backup I’m

worthy

Come harder when I bust back
Ayy baddie you know where the buzz at? Bust that
Legit, come sit in the whip, don't trip, let's zip, girl throw away

Trade a clip of (NO!) for a pack of (Ye!)
Send it out make it back today
Tracker on the whip get him slapped today
(Go get em go get em go get em go get

a narcissist deep down I know why hoe
But don't share that shit too much want to go viral, hmm
I made a lot of mistakes, mistakes
I hanged around with some