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when they got me
I heard he was speaking on my name

Well let me tell you the truth
I ain't nothing like how no saint be
I'm just doing right by these

and relevant 
American born in the country
Nigerian, to a posse
Sixteen years in the middle of the state it's gonna take another 20 till my family gets to know

Blah Blah Blah… Yada Yada Yada… (Can People Please Finish What They Sayin’)

By Twenty-Something DJ Franklin

(c) 2022 Raymond F. Quinton

Woke up

on my sound
They just scared that I'ma snatch the crown
Wear it better than 'em in my town
I keep getting deals from states all over
Trips to Florida

I'm layin' on the
Sofa now while I'm eatin' on pretzels, yeh ay
Ima be thiiiccc by the
Time I leave yeh, I might need a
Workout, I'll work on my chest

hold back when it comes to the trap trap
What they say when I move through, best in the state ye I don't wanna boast
The rap shit ain't gonna suit you,

is here
I got one hell of a future
Like a QB on the Sooners
Like a DB at Ohio State
Interception I'm a looter
Taking everything but kitchen sinks

rich, I ain't just trying to get by
I'm tryn' pull up in some shit they call that "Je ne Sais Pas" (A Wassaname)
I'm God chosen, I'm the GOAT, I got that

and shady ass icons
This little world got twenty-four hours
Nowadays' rappers' songs cause meningitis
Follow the flow, Red Riding Hood
Ain’t talking boroughs

the comment about
How he ain't seen me around
It's fifty states
I've been to twenty
We couldn't reach no common ground
Tell me what is common now
Not common law

Everything I say true, I’m a poet
Even if I love you I won’t show it
Cause everybody fake that’s the motive
Money, Different States, that’s the focus

twenty-two is the year I'm gonna make it clear
I've got a brand new career
Get in your ear, a new frontier I inhere
No more tilting at windmills, time to make

terrorists the same hypocrites
That spawned ISIS
Let's add a K special delivery Fresh patsy for the agenda
There from Iraq their from Afghanistan
Islamic state

Silent nights and
A bit of writing
Hope my homies staying honest if I'm trifling
Know they won't though
I be fighting
20 demons by the time that you

me through the night
I've lost my brakes, I've lost my icey mind
I swear I'm trying to escape
Got some 97's while i run away
I run away
In this state

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Give me a minute
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Wake up to a white capsule
Enough buzz to get me through the day by the night I’m back at it
I’m

deserve that 
Others think I should be stripped and forced to live outside bathing in the bird bath 

Not enough hours 
Twenty-Four only limits my power

designers, my coat on beige
Twenty-nineteen 'Vette drop off the roof
Wrist and my neck that’s two foreign coupes
Not a cavity, got gold on my tooth
Ride in

Joined by skrilla and black
After they heard me
Wrecking a couple of beats
Using Cool Edit PRO 2.0
With a USB mic
At the time it sounded perfect
And I know

leaking
I hear him shrieking
River starts the plan without a reason
I spent my first 20 years fighting off my demons
I wish my life was more like the Ferris

to fear or favour  may the Good Lord save her!
And till then, will everyone relax?!

We robbed a bank last Sunday! Nicked twenty thousand quid!
Left our

The way that I stated
I'm not intimidated
By these heavy weighted
Punks who need to be obliviated
Tlll they're eliminated
Before they're mother fuckin

a favor
Wasn't a beat down that could be heard by the neighbors
Twenty-twelve love story coming soon
Broke up and it broke me down, ended too soon
Still my

And negative thoughts they try knock you back from your break
I've been in many bad gaffs and many bad hoods in states
I seen life turn dark in the blink