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an infant set up 


It's been soo long, time flys past and I'm feeling alone 
I just make more music, pour out my heart and get in my zone 
But I'll see you

Music to the ears
Our bodies intertwining like the galaxy 
Whenever you explore my world, I can't help but sing 
We drum to the same beat; rhythm

You see I'm the one who's shitting You da diaper bag.
You looking now at your dreams like its some broken glass

I aim higher than bullets fly up when I

oppression with music until it hurts. 
Peace to friends and fam, that left Earth! 
Wealthy elite, won’t let us explore the universe.
Forced to trust NASA

fucking drift, you gotta buckle up
And bitch I'm sipping tea inside yo hood, so what the fuck is up
And yeah they play my music loud, you hear me

ain't, Beat oppression
With, Music, Til, It hurts
Sight, For the mind, Have a good time!

I represent, Educated
Underpaid working
Class poor
Overruled, By

ain't, Beat oppression
With, Music, Til, It hurts
Sight, For the mind, Have a good time!

I represent, Educated
Underpaid working
Class poor
Overruled, By

beyond and more
Up up and away one two three four
I love you to infinity and beyond and more
I'm changing diapers making sure they clean
Daddy had to wipe

over drafting
I've been taking on my fucking bank
I've been robbing pussys pocket change
And I spent it all on fucking dank
And I'm making music fuck you

the White House, Hov gotta clean black billion our music raise your white children, that’s just mean the clock ticking that just mean the plot thicken, you

him about life
It's a lost child out here
Lost child
Lost child
Out the stomach was an innocent, desiring infant
That was smaller than society but his

turned into songs and I’m typing them in

To my notes all the bars taking storage in my phone

And I’m feeling so good With this music I’m at home

All

life
Before I can think of raising some kiddies gotta treat my wife right
But I couldn't afford a diaper as it stands without them turning off my lights

waterproof bread in vancouver
I'm the impractical music producer
I'm not getting noticed got sneaky maneuvers
I'm not gonna be tonight's big loser
Keep

snatching ya wig like nigga yaga
Standing there looking like niggas ain't doing nada, for real uh
Been getting to it since Phantom music, you niggas stupid

music get inspired wanna do it
And they know my flow the bluest
Pure devotion I'm the truest
Got me thinking about my Uncle Louis
Cause he always wear

my sister a new Camry
I swear this music shit gon' change my fucking life
I might get No Face tatted on me cause this for life
Ok
Yeah, For Lifers

my feelings, with 2 pistols in this backseat
My dawg said, "what you 'bout to do?"
Aye jit, don't ask me
Aye turn the music up, this jit tryna'

the hatch, and reset it
Breaking out the box like the check on the checklist
If I'm taking a second, I'm taking second
You wouldn't know it a third
Music that

alone with music loud
Dazed and confused trying to drown it out
There I was in the bucket strap on my lap
Looking for a quick lick to feed my baby in

the music with empty pockets
I've been the suspect, I've been the victim
On both sides we don't trust the system
Taking my rocket in the air
Shine so bright,

That I be hotter than a burning stove
'Cuz yeah, yeah, I'm real, I'm real, but everything is anyway
And check it I've been rapping since the diaper days

moment and
Hope it don't pass him, and

You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it
You better never let it go
You only get one shot
Do

gettin' sold
Got me feelin' like a diaper, cause I'm with the shit
I'ma pullup like I'm Jimmy, let me get the switch

Let me get the roll, let me get