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and seek my teeth into your reasons
Breathing by myself now, got lungs of my own
Spending weekends with air, and a dial tone
Tracing pillows for your face,

Gettin better
Goin further
I'm inspired by versions of myself
That I've yet to uncover
You know the tension is part of the process
So when the  script no

to people so I wrote this song yeah I always feel like I’m in the wrong they won’t even care when I’m gone 

(Sad Boi Dilly) I’ve been telling myself I’m

a couple million to the face
Guess I'm kind of selfish had to get it by myself guess no one else is
Who knew the industry could turn into enemies
Niggas

light
Shit takes a toll like a collector at the turnpike
By now, figured I'd be used to it
Hands bleedin from, squeezin on my crucifix
I take my licks,

Hey everybody, welcome back
To the award winning world famous boppin' to the beat
We've got a lot to do, we've got a lot to say
Coz we're all gonna

could sea right through It all Son
Every time they playing
Rap songs
White boys max it
Trying make me sing along
And getting mad
When I called them out

And my head still skipping over lessons I've been living
I ain't learned a single thing in all these years
And as the years roll by
Seems like I'm running

days, weeks, months, years go by indistinct
Lose your money, car, wife, house all for the drink
Like listening to a song, but every beat's outta sync
All

bad like I usually do
When you care for someone else your problems are coming in two's
Well I've been thinkin' a lot about how to do it myself
I've been

ascension
By that I mean my rise into a higher state of mind
Candlelight guides I feel I'm burning alive
But all this time it's almost wasted
I've spent too

smoke
This for my dogs who stood by when I was broke
And everyone who had me penciled in as a fucking joke

I came out on some weak shit
Didn't get

every bitch ain't tryna make it rich, just by faking it
Don't care about your opinion, you can keep it to yourself
And oh, not everything's offensive,

up, wallet, muscle all swole shit
Met a bitch on Facebook, now I'm poking
Crazy she a MILF, but I ain't notice
How she 34 but look 20, that shit bogus

And me and Overtime just used to tour the world with our people
And I just sabotaged myself and all my pain was just deepen
I had the key to my success but

You really thought that you could kill me?
Well, I'm back, but I don't want revenge
I just wanna tell the world about how you betrayed me
This song

zone
Stay to myself like leave me alone
I just want to keep rapping these songs
Work on my craft and ride on chrome
People know whats up and i do too

starts to irritate
I'm putting all my heart inside of every song I make
They wanna tear me down filling empty hearts with hate
You can't tear me down I

feeling like Stella
Gotta run it up by any means, active for that cheddar
I need me a diamond bust down beat, yea no acapella
Sweet tease light ice beeping

I lock myself inside when I'm consumed by doubt
And all we can do is try to find a better route
I'm just tryna keep the lights on at my momma house,

different moves
As long as I put my best foot forward I'm good with the outcome
Unless it's by myself I can never be outdone
No unsigned artist ever had this

getting to it in ya status okay
You been lacking action no motion no play
Name one time I was capping in a song?
Never could cause I'm spitting all facts
If

Yeah
Look
Never thought I'd find myself in this position
Changing who I am and my disposition
Supposed to learn something, what the fuck I'm missing?

their's one higher then Koopa, there's none liar
I got athletic compadre's that'll run by ya
And pitch that white thing in ya hand like a umpire
Come try