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been ripped apart
By knife crime, gun crime, stabs to the heart
All this gang shit in cities has to be torn apart
Cuz people losing people makes them

for us
Yea y’all love to make a mess until the spot blow up
Yea it’s fun being black until the cops show up
And we’re just living through it day-by

the devil had it out for me
Little did he know
I had some angels looking out for me 
Touch not my anointed &
Do my prophets no harm
By His word I shall abide

slid up in the dms
I had to read her message
I guess I’m just a sucker for them blue eyes
She said I’ll show you guys around
Let’s have a good time
So we

these drugs from round me cause I'm gone take it
Damaged by your love
I gave my heart and said don't break it
Just to cover up
I paint these lies with

say BLACK LIVES MATTER I'm telling you we're unique
BUT!!
Peep this message that I'm trying to embark
They said Noah sailed the coast well I be trying

loved her, but I've seen some signs
But I kept to myself, I need help
She's sending emails and messages

She's being stealth, it's fucking up my mental

living, I'm living, I'm living
I'm living, I'm living, I'm living, I'm living
I'm living, I'm living, I'm

We are fine
Hard to come by but long is

while thinkin of u would rather numb the pain by drinking a few
I aint tryna deal wit my problems even though I know better- just the life of a go-getter

twitter fingers in my messages tryna fight back
This perk make me sweat might fuck around and have an ice bath
I keep one in the head I'll never be the one

the cycles
This a heavenly lesson
So I'm preachin' the message
I put my feet on the devil
Uh
When I write it come out like this
In the night time I go out like

My rap scribbling is best written in
My heart pad
The same heart broken by women in
My second and third year of college
Jennifer, Kim And em
No

better be
Wait
Another year goes by but I'm not back in the Midwest
Time flew it feels like goddamn haven't even been yet
I went there and left the streets

feelin childish
Don't need a stylist 
Draped up in Gucci I'm stylin
Authentic sauce Its Italian 
If you get the message 
Don't forget to press it 
You can

Walking down playa del Rey

Smoking joints by myself

Having thoughts about my ol lady

She something else.

Thinking bout my ex these days

bad for my

the takin', they say in the coffin, place him
Told that I'm loved by the best small crowd but the demons voices just drown it out
I struggle to sleep when my

and it's by the shelf
Just in case a nigga feeling mighty make him scream for help
Hollow points, 5.56 make his brain melt
Gotta make the opps feel all

Shit is mad crazy
Mutual feelings start turning grey
And memories faded
Years go by you talk here and there
But you ain't acquainted
Pictures painted

fell in love but I was blinded by the worst things
We was talking then we flirting
Never kissing and cuddling so I had to do the testing
She ain't taking

all at
Late night in the park where we sat
Thats where I fucked up and thats a fact
She got my heart and whacked with a bat
Regret every message I sent

only fucking with afew
I bossed up and they can’t say much
Yeah you can look but touch me you get touched
Call me miss Hawkins by the way that I strut

riches
Crossing burned bridges
Trynna see a triplr digit
Know I'm on a mission
Send a message by pigeon
You a bitch get back in the kitchen
Switching it up

And I’m independent are you - mad?
Back with a blast and a bang not a gang
Cus I do it by myself I do every fucking thing
I grew up with hand-outs now I

worried about health
No matter the times that I go through
I rather just stay by myself
But I’m just gone spread out the message
Life has just showed me my