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of a child. like I'm living the goal I'm taking it up to never before so give me the goal and I'm going flow totally out of control. lyrics to pour from my soul

STEP OFF, BITCH!
Someone's bound to get hurt when I put this fuckin' pen to work
Bodies drop by the first verse and gettin' buried by the third
I'll be

idol
When I'm gone, burn me a bible
Rape all my rivals
I'm always fuckin' held liable

I'm writing lyrics that'll torture your soul
Reduce the foundation

a human nomenclature
Wanna be free but we're bound by the paper
If you're obsessing, you're trapped by the makers
Aye, I wanna live beyond my state
You's

she scratching when she near a gram
Wanna get it clappin for wrinkled dollars in mirrored vans
Braggin she a fan yet never heard a single lyric, damn

they come for your success
If you ain’t with me by now, then I HIGHLY suggest
Sit back, relax, and watch me "ReFresh"
Got the city on fire
Got the Whole

I was calling ya phone
What I did wasn’t wrong
Needed you by my side
I won’t dare try to ride
With you right by my side
If I do I would die
And I try

The fucking amount of effort I put into my music 
Is unmatchable by any one of the best who been through it
Not relying on the people,  I'm the one

hot it’s burning paper
I rather be greater and better
But this is it, Lyrics don’t matter
As Long as the hit song is lit
I’ll play into your fear
So do

the favor
Later to realize I'm the only one who's been trying
And you could care less if I was either sick or dying
Nobody cares - Sonny's words live by me

wrong
To call out an enemy if they cross lines
Victimized by assault, crimes
And those put in power seem to walk blind
But when it's our kind, it's all

just get by
I just get by but I don't know why
Give me my pride, the flow is the tide
Give me my pride, I'm feeling alive, yeah

I've really been feeling

tendencies when I made myself a slave
I don't want to live this way so my spirits gonna say
By any means necessary
Malcom X with my fist in the sky
Drum beats

criticize
Spilling blood over the track
My lyrics attack
Hit you from every angle
Spiderman dangles are fact
I rap miles round these cats
Call me the Terry

next
Mic check
Mic check
Mic check
Wake up in the morning
I'm feeling exhausted
Nigga tired of mourning
All of our losses
Our people getting murdered
By

that day i'll be working and searching for purpose fuck what your worth is
All we need's what this earth gives, But we're blinded by surplus buying

doing these dishes
Then I gotta lay down all these lyrics
Pick an outfit
Then I dismiss
Hit the road and get stuck in the traffic
But I promise I'll shoot

I am back, and better than ever
My lyrics are now much more clever
I stepped up the game, and I'm serious
When I say imma kill it, I'm not delirious

at
Baby i'm freddy
Like lyrical ready
To back out them lyrics and cover your arm tat
Why she fuck with a unemployed nigga
Like bitch you should know where

move on
Find my home again, my balance
I held my feelings in silence
Out of respect for your privacy
Cause you did right by me
But there's only so much I

yourself by the amount that's on your wrist
Over you do they reminice, I don't know but it's prevalent
Energies we bring's evident I just do this out

Delete the script and then evict
These Demons seeking to commit
Atrocious crimes and keep this shit
From coming back - So my lyrics
Hit the central

This is my song my lyrics and my feelings
And I'm gonna admit that
I get mistreated by my parents aye
Keep talking to myself like I'm a psycholog
Got

Yeah

You can spot a fire by watchin' the Spotifiers (uh)
They just press play on my shit and they start a fire (yeah)
Ride 'til I die, 'til