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know where to find me

Wrote this on a Thursday night
Summer '17 July
It was just another one of those nights
Smoked out the whip
No friends, 3 AM
Gah

din't do my dirt
But I'm just speaking up cause I
I don't wanna see you hurt
Let me tell you bout my dreams
Cause I don't see the worst
From Malcom X

It's facts, it's like that
My future calling I'm sorry I'll call you right back
My chick want me to post a pic on the gram She be posting subliminals

not acting
CVC winning how much are we betting
Huh?
Treating the studio just like a leer
Lyrically I could just murder you
Limb by limb cuts
Surgical
I

a rock at the glass box corrupting your thoughts my people cant be bought
Now look who's calling the shots

Eh yo from my block to your block it's no

spit it from the gut, so my core is always sore
You spin a globe, that’s how your ass goes on world tours
I incubate kids that’ll imitate your nig’
You

smokes
And I was only seven
Walk to the store Winnie blue fifty pack
And some lollies for good boys
If you bring them back
And I knew I had to get back in

haunting me?
My mind is fucked and my heart is weak, I'm falling in deep
The earth is opening up to swallow me
Disfigured faces are calling me
These hallow

and where I'm from
You know you gotta get it
Cuz shit get vicious no lie,l
Yea
Been in the cut wit same guys
No switching,
Yea
We on the same side
And they

Funny how everything get shot down in a minute
1 2 3 click pow don't leave no witness
They start saying oh you changed up
But I still bleed the same

mad enough to splatter blood
Your calling on ruth to batter up
Your fucking with me well I think you should know
You'll get folded like doe and then

ninety-three but I keeps it a hundred
Seven always been my lucky number
Cause it always made all the difference
Rap ain't what it used to be
RAP used to be

open doors
Where are my thumbs
I am too dumb
I'm sick of you niggas
I'm sick of you bitches
Go say what you want about me and my riches
I'm

look where I'm at now, 14 months in no turning back now
Every time I look at you I'm still in wow, 3 years of fear that you would've turned me down
Now I

he knew.


It was in Olders studio where Younger learned the alchemy of Song Craft and Story theory. They studied albums from the best and most famous

manipulate, I don't discriminate. I prey on my prey while they pray. Lord lay me down to sleep, I'll be stalking by your window when you lay.

Verse 3:

Welcome

the past imma peace out
They was like "Don where you going?"
Don't even know it
Losing my mental and focus
Up on this trip and it's potent
That's why I wrote

a simple text
I may never know
But you could tell me now
Unlike after the last track
Yeah I know you heard it
I can see on Spotify
Where you're from
When you

for dollars is so common
Speakin' up can land you as a hater ain't that somethin'
I V has to do it, cause our youth are takin' punches
T-D-E, time does

himself the Son of God
Forgiving us our sins as well
How can you think he's not possessed
His miracles are straight from hell

He's finally gone too far

and jam sessions became our churches
We been at war PTSD babies
Thank you for yo service.

Hook:
One time for the city
2 times for the culture
3 shots for

Yeah, yeah, one, two
You cannot wash the blood from off your hands
You have forced my hand to put a gun
In it and start spitting at a man
Forget this

that my life's a game
Richard never died in vein
Mick wipe away them tears from under your face
I know you want to go insane every time you hear your

stories from your past and I would bet a band
Stolen valor's not no joke and you are not no veteran, 
Tell me who you're better then,  swear you should know