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Ehh Rube 
Nuff man ah fight me down ya know
And me nah know why, Ar3!

Dem ah chat a bag ah thing
Dem even say me nah go buss
All when dem team up,

you so much, it's hard for me to write a song

Thinking back you was the reason why I carried on
I tried to stay it's just hard for me to sit long
I

I get why white sadness is left for comedy – frankly it oughta be
Like, what kinda wannabe Tom Macdonald prodigy do I gotta be to say this

for other girls
Talking about yeah I know why you out here tryna grow them curls
How much shit can a nigga take
I do the job and more but somehow I'm

Don't feel like you're alone, God is able to sustain you.
He will keep you until that time when He finds you that specific person
Do you understand

a nice man
Y'know what? Maybe I should stop
I'm sorry, Mr. Reinhart. This whole thing has gone too far
I hope we can get on better terms. Maybe I can get

fully self aware 
I'm scared to tell him why he'll blame it on what I'm wearing 
Besides he's a nice guy we've been friends for a while 
But out

us fight the flesh and the lust
Troubles surround you, too many to count
Sins piled up, can't see your way out
Give it to God and just see what He do

fight fo feelings
Fee fi fo, skunk from california we might go
Rap like a psycho, with a knife, no healing
These rappers wearing tight clothes, I'm

this gun Imma marry
My head is always on trial
Debating whether I should number your dial
Will it matter if we die the next aisle
If you want, then I

polite 

One day I’ll quit thinking ‘bout what people might find 
When I stop agreeing so we don’t have to fight 

Oh I despise 
That I did it again

gold on my medallion but she checkin fa my dick 

I told ha hit my line n she said boy you think you slick 
You must do this all the time but im just not

the bend, a fight until the end
With a planet to defend, can't be bothered about trolls 
Or be all that about lows, that's written by Dow Jones 
For me and my

Funny how they think they know me
Nah, my boy, that's the old me
Still they think I'm an opp Nah, like I'm just OP
I do not fight in the same way
Only

The clouds are rolling in again
The fallout shelter in your head
We're not okay, but that's okay
It's about the best it's ever been
So play back

a grenade or talked to the moon for you like Bruno Mars
Every time there was an issue
"I'm in need a space" but nothing is resolved by saying
That we

When the gloves was out we learned how to fight 
Clock each other shit hooks and some rights
By the bodega shit coppin goods with stolen bikes 

Niggas

healing

Why do people gotta keep killing
See, we all really God's children
I don't wanna fight no depression
I know every loss is a lesson

Feel like

let's put this to the side, in my free time
I been gettin' money by, livin' this life
But like, who the fuck am I to control your life
Baby, just keep me

telling the truth
I can't lie to you, no no
Haven't even met her, why am I so geeked over her
No , oh no , no no no no
Don't
Fight it
Come ma
My way
Now

that shit from your mama couch (pathetic)
You slow as fuck but all you do is run that mouth (keep talking)
You wanna fight me so bad and ima let it be

mad, I'm the type to forget why
I'm the type to do some humble shit and never tell about it
Me and you got differnet standards when it come to getting by

alright
Didn't we
Have such a good night?
Yet wake up
My head ready to fight
Spend enough time
With my therapist
To know
That you're full of shit
But would

when I said, I been tryin' but I can't fight
The streets by myself and searchin' but I'ma get mine
So I'm seekin' the knowledge to build up my empire
She