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day he died
(Rest in peace)
That shit got me fucked up
Caught us by surprise
(On God)
Living every day till the day I die
(Opened eyes)
Champagne

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I spit wit every breath I ain't wasting an ounce, I got some albums and mixtapes I can't wait to announce,.. got more words I wanna rap I can't

own lane when I swerve by,
Lines like cocaine mixed like stir fry.
My hooks flame and the verse fire.
See me glowin’ from my third eye. 
Leave my

album mode,
  Sip this shit its not whiskey, this be jus pepsi, zip yuh lip prissy bitch, yuh too tipsy, just don’t let trip see, typically this’ll lead’

prime, spittin' rhymes, while I climb the leaderboards after bedtime. My eyes are burnin' and I'm shiftin' and turnin', cause I been sittin' in the same

I just wanna vent to the mic, huh (I'm seeing shit out the corner of my eyes when I'm Recording this)
Vent to the mic about my life huh
Yuh, ugh,

to say

I used to have dreams of adventure
The road looked so wide back in high-school
But I was frightened by my own desire
And I lost my way
I lost my

Into your life I flew right by
Into your life I have fallen
But I have got my flight
All my life, im gonna love ya

I always wanted to sign an album

Written By: Derrick Wyatt


Done did all the work, now I’m chasing the dream
Focus on the team now we gettin the cream
Been observing the game, like

thought you'd say it
Drop a new album just for you to hear it
You like to play me like a game
But this game you play will end today
Blonde hair
Green eyes

want to say you're right, I
I'm too scared to spend the night, why
Did I try to take my life, it's
Getting hard to see the light
Navigating with my eyes

and had me fighting the urge
Fundamental parts of human nature
I might be able to put in my music later
Co-producing an album you didn't even know that you

bitches from Hong Kong
But their eyes closed like Wong Tong
I'm trying to get my gangs to get along
Keep yapping, my nine like to stay strong

Nigga go back

cnd I can give a damn if I sell a single album. 
I made this shit for me 
Just to prove it to myself, 
But it ain't no mystery 
That the road to be

the while she hiding she be breaking your back now
I keep my
Fuckboys on a collar and leash, I got a
Whole album with no call to release, I got no
Real need

an album but I really hate recording
How much does my dream mean if it feels like a plan B
See, life gave me my lemons
But I can't make no queen B
Dollars in

to the blank canvas
We don't need to do that no more
Open your eyes
See the real scandal
See through the lies
Covered by the tide

Reshape, reform your box
Time

doin' this shit for the bros though
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah
I just been movin' this shit by the solo
I just been smokin' this pack to the dome hoe
I want

nobody be the same
You gon' hear every verse, probably through the whole tape

Cause I say what I mean, I mean what I say
Had a talk with my sis by my

Labels, special in the charts
Hard, staying with me
And by the way, I didn't say yes, I said maybe
So crazy, out my brain like my name Stacy
Bee married me,

color see my vividness
I arrive with bright eyes like I took the pill from limitless
It should come as no surprise that I don't give a shit
That surmises

I don't do lucky charm rabbit feet or rosaries
'I'm the new Death Row' by myself no reprieve
It's like I can't wait to die for these beliefs
Ooh

the wire
Can't wait for this year, signs tell me by this time, I'll have a
3.0, DA, Marching Pride, I got an album release and I'm still on the grind
Keep

my story in frames
Flames blaze the weakest brains
So keep yourself at the end of the chains t' see
Through the BS, in turn, I keep a watchful eye open