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Stylist like Rachel
Or balling like Amar'e
Started as photographer
I did it with photos
Now I do music, and I live by Soho
Always read the bible
And I did

I muster up, let ambition flourish
God damn this day if I ever feel discouraged
Because so long are the day where I felt worthless
I finally found

I never thought bleeding would give me a rush
Or that I could get turned on by simply a punch
Never thought that I would love pain or the spilling

I was young I had to lead with sister
I live with God I already seen hell
I broke her heart I just want her to be well
Tried to get around it it was

made 
God made me brave 
That's why I really walk by faith 
See It Believe it and Achieve it
 
Story telling prevailing getting all my thoughts out

like to rap bout where i'm not from
Don't like to go where I need me a gun
Live in a world where brothers get hung
Government ain't sayin nun (Huh?)
They

a crying shame but this the
World that we live in, remember the Days Watching “Married With Children”
Wanted to be Al cuz he was the man To me
Asshole by

on the bay
Another sailboat on the bay

Sit not by my grave, son, gaze not to the sea
My father will live in the man you will be
And your sorrow will not

his face was like bloody and bruised but like
I just can't stop crying oh my god this is so stupid I'm so sorry but like
Like, he's somebody's son you

forced if
God forces forces just to
Force me to call it quits
Find an end to every line my mind can rhyme
Refine, redefine and spin
Split wigs head spins

alternate the road
You gotta push delete then trust
That God gon' take care of your own

If you a long way from home
And ain't got nowhere to go
Just call me

already prayed
Girl by side
She already slayed
You measuring up
I'm already weighed
You waiting for checks
I'm already paid
Wake up on a daily
Count my

Build it up bar by bar, Young
Just tryna enjoy my sex on the beach
As a beautiful Jazmin flower garnishes my drink
Grace sits next to me, sipping

I feel my heart racin', shit
Cuz a lot of my past keep fuckin' with now can't take this shit
Like my son never met my dad, he askin' his name and shit

any mix with the champagne I am a bubbler
Mom is a bitch then that makes you a son of a
Flip it and get it back call it a double up
Hit the store do it

to admit I seen the signs
I'm in debt with the reaper it's time to pay the fines

To many times on my life I been victimized
God help me I got demons that

streamin' right now? Wow, really?
Cool! Mom, come look

I love you
I know your heart, I love you
See you live your dreams, I'd love to
Trust yourself and God

this whole shit by myself
I could die tomorrow, God fucking permit (Yo, this nigga bugging)
Check in the inferno and reckon with what I did
But I ain't

make it
So take your best shot, I will never stop
I'm the next Asakura, and I'm aiming for the top
Asakura Hao, the god-being pulling strings
Bow down,

To satisfy the local residents

First it was the factory by the river
And then the public schools all had to close
They killed half our sons and daughters

I! I live by the edge of my sword
Bringing down the legions of this world
The first to rise
The last to fall
The inheritor of hatred
The code

Designer like Toure
Stylist like Rachel
Or balling like Amar'e
Started as photographer
I did it with photos
Now I do music, and I live by Soho
Always read

playing how to love Lil Wayne on headphones
I wish I had a ringtone, cause this would be my theme song
I’ve been sitting by the phone
Waiting for yo picture

a father
And you don't want that same shit for your daughter
Best believe she'll live by what her mother taught her
And that fact she was her father ...