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get a handle on basic concepts
Always been a little dumb like jogging in pajamas

Amend a few times, bill of rights
Dead to rights, getting hit by

goes clack-clack-clack-clack
When you cruisin' down these Cali streets

Windows down, music loud when we coastin' by the strand
Pretty girls

Nasty too
I need a rap chick like every day
Tryna turn my dreams to reality
I need new cash like every day
Thats why im tryna hit the Lottery
Yea im tryna

Like he Seymour
Inspired by the pushers of the pen weighin' kilos
Saw Kanye spit it through the wire tryna be more (Bmore)
Than your average rap cat
Sack

sinnin' until I die
Too high with my buddy, he got new supplies

She's linen, I meet women
Then bring them by
We finish, I eat, dinner and then I slide
When

ain't scared to pull a drill
Do my dirt by my lonely
Cause these niggas they will squeal
You ain't down to take a charge
Then you shouldn't be in

I couldn't do this no more, lost all my cadence and flow
All of the memories coming back to me 
Pain on my mind my reality lonely lookin at people I

the wicked. Their misery is in a place of loneliness and they need company. 
In their reality they not at peace unless I’m not at peace. That’s where they

at now
Hoping my dreams come to reality
Hope that we're coming up with no more agony
Working so hard, it's like an academy
Hoping this shit don't turn into

Im with my brother killing shit
they aint nobody better than to do it with
Been fucking up this rap game for some time
What a suprise they dont want

don't feel ya
You failed the vibe check
Of my friends and familia

I go stupid like an Encyclopedia
Many minds controlled by the media
Even with a mask

dilemma irrisolto
Non mi capisce mamma sì
Mi chiede tutto a posto
Ale?
Non lo sa che il figlio viaggia con un peso addosso
Lavoro studio e questo rap
Vivo

Finger sticky
off the Wu
Kong, bangin on ya
Swift like adders
I might snake bite 
But you rollin with no ladders

I'm a god send
Slam on your reality

we got to give
The gift of being honest wasn't always for the rich
I'm all about the matrix, but I'm not about to glitch
I got the hits by the blitz,

With the heart of the ringing

Dreams big, realities check
A million
Chasing what matters
Skipping the pavilion

Non-negotiable
These values I hold

going
You never know what's comin'
That's why you gotta get it
Where you at
Take it day by day
'Cause there ain't no way
We coming back (That's right)

don't ask us
Gram ain't never payed me, nigga, keep it in reality
Got demons after me, but not the opps who say they catching me
Pull up, gunning strictly

You can hear the death in my voice when I rap
Cause I fell to the depths I don't wanna go back
I don't live in the past it's stabbed in my back
Now I

pardon without guns
Brooklyn Chop House, housed the short rib bao buns
I don't wait on people to tell me stuff
To rap about, I'm surrounded by make you

forget, tho it’s hard to remember - sometimes

*Man I just wanted to say this boy can rap his ass off
He’s got the delivery, he’s got the flow, he’s got

The beat about to drop though

The galaxy, my artistry, I'm painting when I dream
The fallacy of artists really think they harder than me
In reality, they

to failure or keep making more beats
Never give up gotta keep dreaming
I'm gonna make the rap world mine or die trying

This one here's for the west coast
It's

a story book we need  reality not a fantasy , 
Aye I seen you down, you got friends that want you bound you kinda new in town 
Maybe I could show you round

to myself someday i be global
I remember, i never fit in with the other kids so rap became my “go to”
Not really that social let alone put the world on my