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Blizzards spittin' I'm so cold
Fassies get exposed by my snub nosed flow
My 12-gauge frays at close range
And make you levitate
Like David Blaine, it ain't no

Unemployment days
By: Ken David
Sitting all alone, talking on the phone
Everyone I know is out of work
And we're trying to survive, yeah, keep

'Cause I can't let the day bring me down
It's just a day

The constant disguise of one's emotion
Creates a life defined by vice
cnd all the times you tried

David Lee
They say life's a game you think
You just can play with me
I just messed his insta and gave
His soul to stunna G
And tell me to sauce it up

pottery frogs
And teddy beaars dressed in cammo fatigues
The Hitler poster by the Christmas tree
Save me, Tipper
They're blasting Bon Jovi at me
At me

Nigga, I told you to pour me the cup of the Henny 
I'm leanin', you poured me the mud
All of these diamonds but don't get it twisted 
We still got

better than the man 
By me on the Peter Pan (damn)
Watch the way though you talk bout me
Thought of Apple hope that Apple think of Steve
Reach for the ring

rules (what)
All I know is that cash rules
Let me take you back to 1991
Dope selling daddy and a finessing ass momma
That was 'round the time New Jack

no faking
All for love

They say love is hardwired
If that's a lie, why are these on fire
Tell me what's a lion to David
Staring at the giant with

TRAY MAC
Written by David Kroll

LITTLE TRAY WAS THE LIFE OF THE PARTY
IF HE WAS THERE YOU WANTED TO BE THERE TOO
AND IF YOU KNEW HIM WELL
LUCKY YOU

TRAY MAC
Written by David Kroll

LITTLE TRAY WAS THE LIFE OF THE PARTY
IF HE WAS THERE YOU WANTED TO BE THERE TOO
AND IF YOU KNEW HIM WELL
LUCKY YOU

is just a re-run,
Grew up looking at the stars now I'm ‘bout to be one,
Working on a blueprint, once I get it movin', 
Watch me turn two cents into

(Verse 1)

c step up from the places I been though
Old sins had a haze around my mental 
Used to have 5 6 gs never less on me 
Blowing smoke out

me, I'm aligned with the planets
It's divine they can't stand it
Mapped out the road to the success
Got there just how we planned it
Guess it's safe

bills
Fine girl treat me special maybe because she know I'm next up aye
Mans got sauce no ketchup kick game nice no David Beckham aye
Bring them in
Ima

I'll Be Flying
Words & Music by David Bray

Trapped on the freeway
Exhausted standing still
This city just blows smoke
Then goes in for the kill
I've

hadda charge it to da game David told me bounce back keep ya head up
Nd frank told me keep workin don't let up
Nd Sammy said to stay down Nd getcha bread

Let me tell a story about love,
Given to us freely, Gods gift to us
Heaven could not believe, as God sent his son
To a world so dark and so cold

See I had a bag and lost it
Just part of life though
Can't expect things to go right
Everytime bro
It's failure you learn from
Let me just burn some

calling just to see it
Like this shit ain't risky
I'm riding wit the work and the Glizzy
Guess you trying to get me jammed Up
State time state boots
Ankles

How I was born
Not how we living
For cops I'm easy Pickens
So please tell M.E. again how many
How many
How many
Eric Garner-John Crawford III-Michael

hands and feet
Dismantled sin, the son already handled things
My pencil is equivalent to Davids sling
The way I slay these Giants with my ways of rhyming

the night time
Yeah this one is for the night time chilling by the boombox
Looking at the stars while I'm sitting at the rooftop
11 pm, thinking Carpe Diem

buy it circulate it to your loved ones
To my day ones, you keep it real to core
Rappers gibberish, I bet they spit in code
My friends tell me, bro you