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April third 1986
The day my ass got tossed in the mix
Trying to choose do I live or just fucking exist
Just don't look to me if you want your ass

LA Dodger hat rockin’ (Zuko!)
Shades on gameface on
40 ounce sippin’
Pinoy boy oh so handsome!
Coffee in my hand stuck in motherfucking traffic (Skrt!)

a business trip
Getting paid and I'm in the mix
Make alotta memories to stow away
Get sun now I grow today
None without my bros today
2019, Golden State
I

a fact (mhm)
In the hall you wanna dap (oh)
But I can't be late for class
John, please stop making rap (please)
We all know every time you cap (yes, sir

the building
Running with goons, lot of millions
So take heed, you see the stampede
Get crushed

I can do it, I'm a movement
Hip hop honor student
More like

are my chances shrinking
Life can change in an instant blinking, nothings promised times I feel I'm sinking
Got a lot on my plate can you handle that

sir salvation we need to receive
Up real early dawg
Time to get the word
My Daddy always taught me
Early bird get the worm
Up real early dawg
Time

me, Not Once
 
Ay let me speak my piece of mind
My music is in my speakers played on rewind
I mix my shit at least three times
It is especially designed

Ight I got my nigga CJay outside he about to pull up right now
And I'ma set it off but you know before he pulls in I'ma talk my shit
There's a lot

sitting ducks and stoop pigeons,
My flow cut like new scissors,
Time to take the steaks, we Ruthcrisn',

Me and moms used to walk to the mall,
Every week

All the shit we can
I know I put you through a lot
And I be ditching plans
Then you see me out
Popping Clicquot on my Instagram
Look at how we living
We

coffin
Dying off
But I'm still walking
Had a lot of other options
Picked up my lung off of the ground
Then kept talking
Tormented by the Mental Morbid

the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha 
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with

own graves?
Missed a lot of calls
I put my mother onto shoegaze
Put in work and double down
By June you gon' be dismayed

But that's a bitter pill

in my vibe
So they ain't gonna take my energy
Nights awake only dreaming
Seen things I've never lived it
I'm on my way out can't be relax now
Side

me sir
Can you come on over?
He says from a window
My soul is burning
Is today the today I just watch it burn?

Or use my words
And my white privilege

I've lived in a lot of
Different hoods I've called home
Made lots of different observations

When I walk around my hood I see smiles
Different styles

am judging by your trolley full of all that toilet paper
Well you know I do crap and I have to wipe my ass
cnd if I run out don't want to have to hose

In wrap me a fallon
Bring me my juice by the gallon
I'm about to go pass me a planet
In touch on a star
I'd rather be bringing in a quarter million

that there's no bringing him back

I lied and told you that I'm good but I'm so fucken angry
How the fuck He take my nigga on the day that he had me

last one to mix
Look, so don't, don't hate me, bro

Um, I wanna thank all the, all the Double C, man
Uh, I love y'all
My nigga, shout out

hood, they kill for the goods
Sit back and laugh too
I'm disturbed by the past
Lot of shit had to learn fast
I've emerged from this shit, why? Cause I had

Two weeks of scraps with some stitches and glue
You'll hear the magic when my mix tape hits you
Verses attach into mystical music
Perfect my madness

the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha 
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with