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it all by myself
Never had my hand out
This nigga never needed help
Diamonds dancing Michael Jackson
I've been trapping no relaxing
Trapping 'til we in

'm crying, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah
Now go, go, go where you want but don't leave me here forever
You, you, you stay away so long, girl, I see you never

Let’s fly
Let’s go
Aah!

Written by:
~ Destiny La Princess
& Michael Kurt Jackson

Chrysalis

The Underachievers

The Cellar Door: Terminus Ut Exordium

2014

Kick back nigga, relax and pack dabs
I'm a young lord hitter, that's word to A$AP
Like a 2Pac spitter, them cannot romp with us
Only go strapped in

I don't give a fuq bout you him her and how ya feel
I am a ticking time bomb
Can't push a button n make me chill
I am a riot 
Fuq it get dumb go

in the block where I live successfully
Or certainly, I can uh, go to school and become an engineer
Three generations within my own family, why don't

I go
Woah
Cultivate Me, Stimulate Me
Sweet like sugar pack
That gold in my veins, Smoke away pain
If you don't talk back
Been busy in my mind and I

just like social studies
Won't ever sell my soul for no Oprah money
Surrounded by them monsters like I'm Percy Jackson
Made him a ghost like Patrick

brothers does
Yelling out victory nigga
I smoke up the beat like it's hickory nigga
Go get the money secure it then package
UPS ship that bitch off

hear what I'm saying
Got a GAT, you'll feel what I'm saying
Got a tact', you'll hear when spraying

Never mind, I need racks by the boatload
Wasn't mute,

You're the horror Michael Jackson
Dragging over every track
And I don't mean your damn suit
Always let your victims escape
Like they're fast food

The Breakfast Club
I go by the name of Charlamagne tha God, and ladies and ghetto-men
Finally, one of the greatest lyricists of a generation has come out

bank account on Shalom, I might go put that hoe hood on
I build the ground that you stood on
I built that place that you come from
Drip I don't know

Oh Yeah 
Oh, babe 

I don't wanna hear about your has-beens
Bout' ya past men, right now 
It's me and you
We can leave them in the past and 
Just

pape cause i'm the biggest stack
I was raised By mom dukes and started thugging like my dad
And bitch i took the pape route to see it through and get

like Uber drivers I'm the truth and you a liar
Shootin, by ya, I'll let it fly like a new attire
Grip the grain like newer tires
All this work make you

collectin' dust that's where you should've been
But I was blinded by the fakin' shoulda known that you wasn't in with me
I'm disappointed in the fact I let you

Happy Little Trees

Gym Class Heroes

...for the Kids

Now who you know leave the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect

Jordans matching my sports jacket
Suede so clean I could go and bag Mrs. Jackson
The outkast who made it bounce back
Like Sean Anderson
I was thumbtackin'

Rain-or-shine,-by-your-mothafuckin'-side bitches (Seventeen)
Freak bitches, (Eighteen)
them Inbetween The Sheets bitches (Nineteen)
Them call me Daddy when I'm ballin' through the streets

sing along
Shawty bad as hell hope you don't take it wrong
That's why I got your legs in the air doing the peace sign
Thumbs by your thighs on your v

Feel like I'm Kobe Rockin jays
Still come from pissy hallways
Don't understand how I was raised
I seen death and wasn't phased
Money coming every way
My

He Rose Yawl might think I'm tripping cause my Hero 
Got me thinking different for my people 
And all yawl dying by the minute Things gone change

bullets I send ya dig
Hallows gon hit fore he think
Hit his head and prolly a limb ya dig
Forreal BITCH
They don't pop out so why does it matter
40 got