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home ain't sweet anymore
Sweep n Escape

Found a place, to creep away, from all the pain, we've seen today
Found a place, to creep away, from all

I said
Baby would you like some coffee and cream?
By the way I woke up you must've had good dreams
Then we in the kitchen and we haven't even eaten

Why we gotta choose factions
Climbing in a black world
Sending out a black word
System like a black hole
Capitalistic vicious bitch they chasing us
Shit

Shorty is a dime piece said she like a gangsta so we counting money doing dips in the wrangler
40 on the timepiece SRT banger, 10 drop lot you hop

n don't get beat
Was it Me again? I think not
There must've been a gun up in that 
Old broken down backseat.. 
Drive, gotta bank to rob,
Ain't sparin

to chase me down
Still can't get over it and it's crazy how I tried to help and they made me out
To be the villain
Like a parent that won't let the other see

evil, I collect it by the hour
Got demons fasho, my angels talk to me louder, I
Took a couple puffs of that, god damn
Now I'm stuck to the sofa, like

do it once more like I once did
had a writer’s block for all of that happy shit.
You helped me out, together we fought back
I know you trust me in

questions I need answers
Why u do me like that
How u do me wrong and gone expect me to come right back
And though I'm hurt I know my worth and u ain't worth

like putting myself in a check mate
I'll sacrifice a pun before I lose my queen
The last time was the last time
Telling me to go easy cause we ain't kick

no time
We can't go back to being right
If I catch you lying

This that fatal rhyme
Aging like the Franken wine
I just can't be nice
Cause my soul's

you call
I go home run just like a baseball
Sometimes love just ain't a cake walk
But if you need me, nah I won't stall
I'd tear down every single wall

dreamin'

Sorry children, this ain't wicked fiction, cannot look at these bitches, I wish they we're thinkin'

Hailing down, just like a rainy evening, I got

deliveries, no drive thru
You know I'm high when
I'm rolling right by you.
My blunt on my lip, my mind set to dip
A Bag full of trip, and I hope I ain't skip
No

around that part just ain't no good
Wanna know, what's going down,
When the pimp on the corner looks like the sharpest cat in town
Jungle rule, can't be no

face
Like everything ain’t working out and I don’t know yo case
But I’m sure that it’s bullshit
Tell the boy to cool it
He don’t know what he’s pullin’

Rubble

Rittz

Catastrophic Event Specialists

2017

rhymes inside of my shaft
Frame by frame I stutter the game, it's like I seen a time lapse
And every lake is just as bad, I can't look past the traffic

I done it I ain't think about karma
So you can't blame me if I para
That's my bro he'll soak man like garri
And I'll ride for my bro that's gara

in the zoo
I don't know about no shooters
Innocent plea
I don't play up on computers
We leave them empty
Yeah I grew up in that Region
And it started

I can't let go
I can't let go
I can't let go
I can't let go
Girl we ain't going out sad
When I'm with you girl I don't feel sadness
When I'm with you

first imma cop me a pad

I'm surrounded by youth that just want the new new
I just want a trip w bros out to Honolulu
We tryna get out the way from

you all,
All across the world

I came out the hood like I'm South Carolina 'cause I was the first one to ever succeed,
And I'm tryna share this success

of mine I swear 
I’m more like a two dollar billionaire

That life of of luxury ain’t sitting there in my lap
But I’ve got friends that always got my back

an O for me
Transparent
Working through all my transgressions
See the world from a different lens
We're all here to learn a deeper lesson
N' I know that