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yourself like why does it happen to me
Took me a while to figure it out I finally did
We live to survive, no matter how broken we are inside
I don't wanna

A little boy I am inside still, wishing he were back
Wishing I could tell him how I valued his impact
It won't be in vein, but Lord all this pain

My Ireland, you are the river rush
Always fluid in flux in need of a little hush
My Ireland is talking to itself
But so busy listening to Joe
It's

that you always feed on
And bash me up in the DM, to think that she'd agree on it
"FALL" came out, I'm the one you clowned on
So when I go number one,

grind never stopping
Make a plan to become the man
Won't fall a victim, not to Uncle Sam
I'd be Goddamned if I don't make it out
Fuck sleeping on my

probably dress like a clown
The next day show up right at your home and say check it out bitch 
I got my big boy shoes on
You think you could walk in my

It's actually kinda mad out here you know?
Nigga's talm bout you only do Afrobeats
Tell them boys I need respect, I need it now (Ahh Okay)
Tell them

cause of the trust that grew 
A couple months went by and now I'm out of the loop
I guarantee my rates are better than a cub that's true
I keep a Kane

Mix 'em all together and your work can be seen
For sixteen miles by the naked eye, not to mention T.V.

The American media, greedier than the average

the Underworld balling
More than a friend I'm a kin to the darkness
Boy stop wrestle with thoughts in my head
It's like once a year around this time
Hearing it's

to make you smile
If you down to head out
We cruising around the town
It's all new if not I'll call you in a few
Maybe a week boo you fall through 
You

trapped
You get it and they steal that
Still that little boy or girl
Look for joy in world
Hard to get your toys back in this poisoned swirl
Of thoughts

back
Having a panic attack
And no more pills left to swallow
Only pride, as I joyride down
The old hood we grew up in
A little boy and girl
Ditchin’

a batch up
Shit a little different since I got my bag up
If he still broke then that's who I feel bad for
Said he get busy, that nigga a actor
Thinking shit

I'll pull it out set the bullets ablaze
Mind games are the name of the game
Rollin' up, I'm feelin' fly like a plane
Coursin' through my body, purp in my

and store until my head swells
Now I need neck support for my skeleton
I wanna get hella rich, and then get some more
Music taught me less is more
Can't

echo blasted out the speakers while some teenagers ignored it
They don't know shit
Had money in my pocket but I saw he had more ones
Thought I'd be

on vacation
I should've been a jeweler by the way I treat these ladies
My hands is they chokers my dick is they bracelets
She running from the dick and ima walk

I'm goin' and strollin' this typical day
So can I go, Mother may I? No, I may stay?
Okay, straight to the back and I'm out
Anyway they step to war

just pressed
Will be gripped by the DJ's fingertips
Slipped out of the crate, out the sleeve
Laid on the technique and played out my speak-ers
Ears glued

a little Spanish when we go out in town
And I found, everybody shouldn't know how you move
Don't ever let your left hand know what your right hand can do

on by the dogs
And we're still being cuffed like outlaws
Resurrecting the indigenous, black snake killas
We got every other village out here fighting

out there
Face your fears, no need to be scared
You better rebel
And if they hate you, give 'em hell
No more hiding in your shell
'Cause we are not

and got geeked
Never gave a fuck about about a lesson less I learned it and it brought me blessings I ain't never had before
Got a little fame on my name