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lamb chops
Raided by the feds that got Fred shot
Scared of getting caught, 'cause we know it's wrong
Bullets in the ghetto have you thinking it's

Like a pack of Chilling Reign, you bitches ain't got shit
Like I'm winning in Monopoly I'm getting cash quick
Cast em off into exile, Intergalactic

be all alone but you always rep a crew
It's too bad
You were never into rad
Just asswipe chads
And forty year old dads
That's cool we can still go out

paid by the coal, and how the fuck am I still rapping when
the last check was $20 for 2 albums, 20 songs in 2 hours

Independent, ain't what it seem I

you gonna
shine man It's just what it is, see I gotta bring it

back Every time me and D say hop up on a track
He gets lost and he's lost by the things

I am
I've become
Say it
Say it
Say it
Say it
Say it
I love you
No bad attitudes towards my own predicaments
A lust for the sun, flew in too far,

Never ever get into that competition bruh
Real talk
Even if you see somebody thats spiritual
Blah blah
Never eveerrr
Never ever bro
Even if you made

one call to clearmind
If im droppin this shit
If you aint heard about 40
Aint no stoppin this shit
I just got my bumper fixed
A kid crashed into it

proud of myself, 2 albums in '21
Father please forgive me, my past is still undone
But I'm finishing my book
I hope you could read the lines
Westside

I've been crowded by all these fakes
And the shitty advice
And Plus I hear they still compare me
But we nothing alike
Shit I'm the new version right?

straight through again
Ain't put in half the time
That you pretend to write your tracks by
Master procrastinator, battling masturbation
Still rapping it

eroded
Hocus pocus, try to focus
Smote by sacred scripture like a plague of locusts
I don't own this, I just wrote this
It got into my vocal chords and was

you could do this
Oh we about to rock this collab joint right here. Akshon
Yeah
Bless the mic
Bringin it back and kickin a beat so that you shit your

a J and play Anita Baker, keep it player
I got bit by the love bug, got hurt
Gained from that experience, evolved into a monster
Feelin' like I'm Mac

a public story today, so my exes know, my exes know
Fuck all of these niggas in the hood, they can't do shit to me
Saw them on the internet, that's how you

My shit's straight bile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed
or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch

box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot

Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't

they telling you with every move (curse of the yes men)
It is inevitable, for me to step into your zone seeking levers to pull I’m searching for a trap

next album
To make it pop and not flop and recover the dream?
If nobody likes it, I cant blame it on them
I've gotta take responsibility
And what if by

and her vision of universal Love. 
This Album feels underneath the skin, watching the horizon. Birthing you, with a mother drum into poetic moments - Loving

and her vision of universal Love. 
This Album feels underneath the skin, watching the horizon. Birthing you, with a mother drum into poetic moments - Loving

and her vision of universal Love. 
This Album feels underneath the skin, watching the horizon. Birthing you, with a mother drum into poetic moments - Loving

pray for my enemies
Got that weed that make you realize some shit I just had an epiphany
Placement of lines into place effortlessly assembling
I can't

and her vision of universal Love. 
This Album feels underneath the skin, watching the horizon. Birthing you, with a mother drum into poetic moments - Loving