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psychology
Will I get better I'm thinking I'm
Honoring every single thing but me
Ever since a teen "work hard"
Been embedded into me
That's why I never get

Golly
Yuh
The devil finds work for idle hands
That's something that my mother used to say back in the day
But back then, I didn't understand
I hit

it


VERSE 1:

My blood red eyes- battle wit paralysis in my rhymes

Work hard- sleep deprived

Blood vessels crack like glass & windpipes-

pissin 
You a learn if you listen 

And I don't know why 
Pussy niggas play games with me
I can see hating on you when I roll by
You know I keep that thang

fight, and slice when I use the knife
Born ready and hard-headed, refuse to die
Come alight up on a mic, a lit fuse tonight

A rhyme written by me, it's

plan b 
Im in demand you niggas are done 
 you niggas be rapping for fun 
You ain't making no money you bums 

I've been working hard 
Im ballin out

tonight
I know im wining and im shining too
I know you see it cause yo bitch do
Met her friend might fuck her too
Slimy nigga get em in by twos
Cappin

Know who started that shit
I don't know who started that cancel shit
That shit don't work
That's a failed-ass method, bro
That's some clown shit, bruh

And y'all inspire me

So let's keep it goin
Hold on, my dad callin' me right now
Hold on
Yo

Yo, yo
What's good
What's goin' on
You at work

Nah, I'm doin'

hard you got too much pride
You got too much pride
Stick this dick up in yo kidney girl I'm Bobby and you Whitney
And you Whitney
Put a baby in yo

ain't seen him but I
Heard he still a bitch
I ain't get a thang off yo plate
I ain't splitting shit
Get rich or die trying
Bitch can't get fifty cent

Yo, I been about since 4 in the morning
Same old shit, them man they’re just talking
Man just flow too lazy they bore me
Still tryna get me the crib

so... lazy

Bang! you homie
Yo house is so gross
Dawn has just hit and at dusk is when I rouse
Talk a bit'a later
The weekend is here fella
Now stop

Sober Thoughts

Young M.A.

Herstory in the Making

2019

play the game, play it by the rules, uh
Mama ain't raise no coon, I know the difference between loved and used
Life is just hugs and bruises, care

DM she Venezuelan
Aussies play me In Australia
Aye look
I'm sorry for the old shit that I did
And I'm sorry I'm not the person you thought I'd be
Still

was called Murphy’s
I was so in shock couldn’t up and leave
I got ya number we chopped it up
Then less than 24 went by
I was at work on my grind
Then

yo side
Anyone ask, tell em you tied up
Ain't gotta work you fired up
Tonight's that night
You steppin' on stage in the vibe got the place gettin' live

Niggas lurk'n on me
And this life just ain't working for me
They say wish upon star
But I'm sippin' by the bar
Got me feeling like the stars kinda wishing

on all those dope ass instrumentals (pfff)
All this work shit be hard on the mental (damn)
Good thing my body is strong as metal (yuh)
But some time I

And every time I play man you know that I'm a keep up
Break yo expectations you know I'm a sleeper
Always working hard but one day I'll have my feet up
Cause

Back In Seventh grade my life it really had changed 
My Papa told me they put 1 inside yo brother brain 
You fast forward got a lil money put em

3.N.I, til I die yo
Bout to hit em with that Bacalao flow
Woodhull or the Ponce funeral home
The grave yard or the hospital
Shouts to Pichong and Mete Mano

Whats yo name? Infant P from BPS
You from BP… oh you a gang banger? Yuuuup
Alright

Military chopper with the scope
Go boom boom boom
Have a nigga

try to improve and work hard for the dream 
Come over here tonight I'm the king you be my queen 
Like Liverpool we could be the best of teams

All day