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by the same code
Hide they emotions with words knowing they face don't
Disguising who they are like undercovers in plain clothes
Nice wit the word play

I had to drop 12 mixtapes, a bunch of singles and a couple EPs before I made my debut album
I would say that I was afraid of the outcome
But I always

to create my own reality, but I am not powerful without God
I must humble myself
I honestly, I was being tormented by demons when I got further into these

Imma let you know
That everything you hear upon this record
Is all about my life, its getting better now
But this on a certain situation
This album

take u out to come up quicker
Try to paint a pretty picture
Surrounded by ugly figures
She say I do too much
Already high why I'm bout To fill up my cup

The first 10 times
Freak put up all the bread for my album
Dont he know I couldn't do none this without him
Them niggas stole my life's work
Why I ain't do

brand new album
To Whom It May Concern
Yeah
Critics say I'm doing way too much
To be real I feel that I don't do enough
Shout out to my small fanbase they

When I'm buried deep underwood
When will they realize that
I was never really understood
After dark, she jump my bones
Committing necrophilia
Who's heart

Confused and I'm lost
Dazing off and the days gon' cost me
Losing the bonds, and I'm beating a dead horse
Album is still out now, go and cop
Drop

deep until the abyss we arrive
And way below zero degrees i hope that you'll still be my fire
When my heart starts to freeze
As long as you're by my side

wishing that I won't make it
Well y'all just keep wishing
Chasing dreams gotta get the money that's by any means
Cream love it when she cream even when she

what I want
I'm like 3 albums deep but this shit ain't begun fuck
I ain't no regular dude I ain't no regular fixture
Ain't on no regular shit, charging

I checked the CD shelf
Alone in a thrift store
Reading Garth Brooks
Boygroups and more

I wanted to give up
When I found the albums
With their cases

Slept on yo little album that due date I missed it
This that westside bidness
God essence running through my veins
All the mistakes I made I still feel no

Knock yo ass out and put you into curry
Eat some food, that's what's good, got the news
It ain't news to me
Tryna find the lights
Blinded by the sight
I

Thought's haywire brain so strange I'm a
Go crazy tryna stay in my sane liar
Face stained by the rage in the frame my uh
House contains in rooms oh

heart to lay this beat down
And now I'm out
Write an album so I don't have to doubt
That I never left God's attention

So you can walk away but
You'll

I been woke 3 days cooking songs up
Ramen noodle dinners soaking the Patron up
I dun lost 3 albums on a flash drive
Every since I been looking for it

I'm still grieving
Summer time come by, baby i'm still bleeding
How we get this high, I can't believe it
Did you wrong, impeded spite
What's all that,

problema entao eu vou seguir na fe
I was born in the night and molded by the moon
Darkness in my aura so black it looks blue but
I've adopted all the shadows

surfing
On top of these urgent
Splurges of waves and sea
A couple ms for my bank to see
Mark what do you for money
Disrespected by the blatancy
May not

bitch with it
Roll up the smoke pump the heat and touch that smooth kitten
Playing Nas album it was written
They wishing they could make my demise
Back in

an album, just for fighting for my man's
Honestly, I'm winging this shit, don't know where I'll land
I talk too much and I, try too hard
But, no matter what,

yeah, this shit goin' platinum
This is the final rap part on the album
Put this shit out, another coming, can't fathom
Getting more quiet, we slowing it