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be playin' 
And I be losing my mind 
That's why I practice patience 
Who am I slayin' 
I kill this shit on daily basis 
My day is day is 
Make an album

Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves

Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This

the other way
Pointing fingers Will get you jammed up
cnd now you gotta pay
cnd your talking to a dude who's 
Bank-rupt
Of emotions
So I'm sparking Ls

depressed
Make a change, Get up, Live your life, And represent
I feel like a draft pick, Ha, I'm a requisite, Yeah
Represent something greater than yourself

everything we Used to make
I guess the break is Over, open up this new debate
Aliens among us, Everyone is doing what Trump does
Put his mug shot on a t-Shirt,

reedus 
No coincidence, your missing this, my song on your speakers 

Imma

Switch it up 
In my cup 
Is bella thorne 
She gon act a freak, the type a freak

now baby up in the spot
Out in the outback yo yo yeah freestyle yeah
Big Adam South your ONs representative
Yeah representing that planet of the grapes

heart and mind, models callin' on my line
Commas ima find and llamas by my side
Things I had to afford
They can't light my blunt why the fuck would I hand

spit like this
Learned to move in silence
Don't need witnesses
I'm with the shits
Mind your own business then
A gifted kid
Just by the way that I do it

running with Cal_Vin and Guluva 7
So get your hands up
Rappers get your raps up
Its burg sosh plus
Some wisdom in the chapters
I’m hip hop savior
No one

I
Audibly emasculate myself on an album that took a few years to make, or could I
Give a fuck cause I'm passionate
You abstinent, and love you were

the eyes
Of a rapper tryna make it, this underground will survive
Between us is a disconnect
I don't wanna hear your bullshit, no disrespect
Hypocrite,

ni**as that'll blam one but I much rather give ni**as the fair ones

This summer ain't gon be a fair one, soon as I drop you'll switch up your schedule

your mind do gymnastics like a cartwheel 
The greatest like a Tarheel 
I'm coming from the heart still 
I'm coming from the heart still

Uh
What does

lack
Poppin off on every single, listen to the track
Give your all to me tonight and i'll even let you crash 
I'm walking up the charts
I don't have

manifested emotional destruction at the hands of your brain
I hope you listened to my last poem called war
Cuz this may make more sense to you as we further

Inside my mind"
Winter was cold
Used to sit by the fire now
Momma getting mad
Better turn them fucking lights out
Kicking life's ass
Turn this album to my

Real musical talent is practising for hours a day until your fingers ache
Not being sonically hypnotised by the noises your computer makes
You claim you

album and not come out with a classic
All I have is my passion
This rapping gift is a talent
All I do is deliver go check your door for the package
All I

your fucking head up
I was nineteen
That's when I started making the music
That's when I dropped the neverland
Me and Nas would go stupid
Started cutting

played up
The masses receive simple phrases they made up
Now selling your soul is the price for a trade up
Oh, you need a sure fire way to
Avert their

on the land
Take on your Harley Davie and rush zip zup zam
I'll make you cry all the fakers ran
They try to blow me down
But, This is what they can't
I know my

for a little bit
I know you hated the way that I kept at it
You used to make me retreat at the sound of your name
But I’m ready to step out the cave

message
My presence
Your halo
Will come to you soon
An album by me
Dropping in June

Ayo
Sitting right next the beef

Like its lettuce tomatoe
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