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divas
Pull up with heaters
Doug hit me then the long nose blue
Now i'm feeling like Skeeter
Okay
Blessed by the most high y'all ain't scaring me
I'm

me workin' heavy
And I can't be friends, that's fake love
Think I had enough, it's time to run it up
Cold heart, for these no names
No time for dumb

and lows, we'd rise above,
These are the sweetest memories of love.

In the photo albums of my mind,
I find snapshots of a love so kind,
From the beach

This album was recorded in just two weeks and was influenced by Logic and Lucki and all the hating motherfuckers out there, shoutout freeskar Hoe

Think I can do it like K Dot.
Think I can do it like Cole
Count 'em, six albums to my name by twenty-one years old
Straight up from the 'TUC' y'all know

join'em so I had to beat'em
I stayed in shape just by fighting my demons Bop Bop
I looked in the mirror like damn they can't beat'em
A hundred versus one I

more pearls
I been Kissing more flowers
Kenny made it, Art like the earth
Syncing with my heart and mind
Solo Uno
Umehxing
Obinna
More sauce on em
Who

an album, now I put another need to rest
You said I miss you, let's get together
But you missed all of your chances to stay by my side
And when I go and pop

"Fuck all of you non-believers" (Fuck 'em)
Don't bother texting me or calling either
I gotta stay away from toxic people (Yup)
Heart cold, you could say I

is
The bigger the heart grows  the scarier life gets
Makin sacrifices without knowing what the price is
Words to live by until your career starts

Where is the soul?
Where is the soul?
My heart was chiseled out the stone out of the ghetto
And I'm breakin' the mold
I'ma do what I want, ain't no

from my pocket a rusty old hook
We both ran up on her and he grabbed her by the hair
Then he flattened her skull and he was up and outa there
Without

And moving off to Tennessee
To make your albums right
While my heart can’t even find its own beat

And oh
What I would give to hold his hand
But no
Tore my

A celluloid ghost
Guided the host
A child a man unlike most
Walking through fields in the dark
Searching for a part
Of his broken heart
And the white

drinkin' muddy
It was in your best interest but now it's fuck him cause it's funny

I said 'fuck it' to her love and I replaced my heart with iron
I'm

never talk later
Me? I never really talk unless we talk paper
Heart as cold as Darth Vader in a dark blazer
Cause I'm just trying to ball out like a star

Hey
I was just calling (Sad3by) to say that
It has nothing to do with you
You didn't change
It was me
I changed
There was nothing you could've done

album, drop the tape
Ayy, same tape one day, make me hunnid K
Ayy, ran out, ran out, ran out the place
Ayy, ran out, Blue Hills, where we used to stay
Left

Number one rap album 2024 plus I got a dictionary
Main chick hit me up only hit it raw but we fuck in missionary
Got the vision in my head like

essayent encore d'nous DM
J'enverrai cent milles album by DHL
J'serais leur nouvelle big chanel
J'les range j'pete le rover range
J'suis sur mars comme le

me
To a list of problems longer than he snoozing
On all my albums that's alarming to me and with each stack up the result's
excuses
What he lack is

out all of these shots
I'm so good that a 30 song album won't even compete with a clip of my vox
Woah, is that a lil bitch that I see
I'm kinda

on a pike like the album cover
I'ma pass the mic to my rapper brother
If I had other man comfortable with spazzing
A one-handed juggler, jamming like Smuckers

a block of parked cars, every Christmas it hit through
Her heart, cause she only had her doggie to vent to

If I could go back, I'd probably ask her to come