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To alleviate every single anxiety

I was in the spot all the time with a new mission
Hoping that these people ready for a rapping musician
I don't give a fuck

until uhuru
Send the message on like its D'angelo on Voodoo
Call me Damon John, it's for us by us like its FUBU
There's none too many fly

I still love you girl
I still want you girl
I gotta have you girl
I need where you at girl
I roll through the city right now
Top down and i'm

that codeine
Take a sip of morphine
Make your eyes go ZZZ
You know what I mean

Getting money by any means
Getting paper without limit for my self-esteem

Walking past all of the city lights 
You hold my hand and twirl me in the night
You say you love me want me by your side
I can't believe I've finally

the hand, oh she paints a pretty picture
Of every child in her life
Always looking, peering round the corners
For that loss of life

Can never tell any wrongs

Looking for something to eat
How sweet
A man in a business suit and a surgeon’s mask hands him a card
Five bucks off at Five Guys
Now that wasn’t hard
He

fiction
I been known for many words
She like my herb and diction
In da cut, like incision
Indica, by prescription
That blue dream it heal me
My real stoners

ass
Head full of trauma, life looking somber
I feel like I’m trapped in the past
Never felt this way, naw
A pressure that steady be lurkin
It rises

up back home I see how much I’m soaring
I’m touring, know your life been boring
You by my side, different cities every night
Shawty we exploring
Cold

the pantry (Exotic)
Talk of the city got buzz like a bee (Where)
870, 901 Tennessee (Hey)
My nigga LA he keep that shit three (Real)
He told me lil 'bra keep

what's going on in protest for our people
Revolution is coming it's pretty simple
Our blood is on the streets and it's messing with my mental
I can't

knowing, 
I'm a keep it going, steady flowing
Never giving up, I'm rolling through 
And asking if you knew i'm to proud to ask for help
Because I do this by

Charlie Black, the baddest brother ever to rap
By the time I'm done, I'll have your bitch on my lap
And we go do that there, like a private affair 
Large

where I grew up
Hoodie Vest and some new ups
Looking fresh with a few bucks
You could bet I was ruthless
Niggas flexed with the tools tucked
They was

Mans what it does
Mans what it does
My nigga burgh got a bag
Trapping a month
Went to sushi with a Yaya
Chopping it once
Touch down in the city
Had

the right way
By the end of the night I want her back at my place
Call me a plumber cause I'm bouta give her the pipe
Already knowing that she gonna get it

small but I'm focused on expansion

Only here for domination
Across the nation
Me and my congregation
Heatin' up I'm talking Cajun
Legendary, that's my

There she goes again
There she goes all on her own
The sky is painted red
No call goes through to her phone
Lured by the stars above the city

what you're running from
But you don't know what you're looking for
So carry on
It's ok you know
It's fine If you
Haven't figured you out yet
It's hard

Old times I keep reminiscing
The moonlight I keep looking in it
Why I'm feeling like the stars ain't distant
Why I'm feeling the way that I'm feeling

I was driving through a town
I can't remember
City lights go passing by
Cold nights in December
The winter rains were coming down too hard
And I

I am walking down the street and am looking for something to eat
In-n-out would be sweet, that's why LA's the shit
This is my kinda city where even

Got the stick in whip when out
Never no when them boys comes out
No smoke I ain't looking for no clout
hit the club man I gotta show out
Hit the stage