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When your fucking bars are lame
Me and you are not the same
My lyrics have content
Heart in my bars you're spitting non sense
Truth in my lyrics
While

inches?
First time I loaded the gun
Felt wicked, what happened next
I can't put it in lyrics
Before you jump in the car
Just ask yourself are you really

He like Beej bra hey, are you understanding me?
I was kind of hypnotized wit the demon-fantasies 
You can't deny a life with the nicest things
cn

counterfeit
Niggas ain't touching me, the flow is crazy
These lyrics are fucking bee
They be spitting like Honey G
No flows, no concepts, no hope, no content

alive and it's hell
Always in this constant battle with my f**kin' brain
I've been going insane if you know what I'm saying
If you know what I'm sayin'

So now that you've graduated with a BA in Theatre Studies... whatever that means
We should really start talking game plans 
Like what are you going

moves
I'm making moves
Doing things that these dumb hoes never do (Never do yeah)

Had to make a change so I came out to ATL
Wilding out, super pretty

still fear the unknown
My demons are my family and depression is my home
Yeah write my mind and it's dark my lyrics
Speak volumes the only time in my life

maintain
While still getting thru things can be hard mane
No folding it weakens life seriously I must say
Don't apply to being fake so my lyrics yin-yang

just stay inside for a minute, you can't fight it
These dark nights are temporary, already going through it at a young age, don't worry I'm here to stay

Don't Stop

Run-D.M.C.

Back from Hell

1990

to fight?  just gimme a call
I'm going to breeze..


Past the other mc's
And d's rhymes'll flow like water
The wind, the rain, the hurricane, it's all

But the nice thing about having crazy parents who are going insane
Is sometimes they'll go a long way to please you
With material objects to try to make

Where the Wild Things Are

Deep Puddle Dynamics

The Taste of Rain...Why Kneel

And imaginary hug on non-conscious brush
Things are better now
I adore these, walls as they reveal, supple roots
And vibrant flooring, he's home
Seems

sack of shit, pack your things and go
I'm hopping freight trains with nothing but a bindle (no hobo)
Little homie said "YOLO" — no props
I photobomb

Never done a show in my motherfucking life, but I bet I do that motherfucker right
All the things I bring up are relatable, here's my resume
Here's my two

flight like an angel, but got watch for the devil 
My lyrics hot as the hell, but you know the heavens sent it 
Tryna teach the kings to own the block

in the middle
Compared to my pain
Yours is just little
It's 3 in the morning, raining and pouring
My life is so boring, hell is where I'm going
3 In

in the middle
Compared to my pain
Yours is just little
It's 3 in the morning, raining and pouring
My life is so boring, hell is where I'm going
3 In

of terror
You're his cross-bearer, so end his errors

Streaking lights, loud sounds, and instinct
Are the elements that keep me going
We are fighting

Edge of Destruction

Twista

Lace Up

2012

"Motherfuck the world")

I remember thinking I would rather die
Than go through what I was going through when I was struggling to survive
Full of ambition

soul, full of kindness and heart
I'm forever your whitebox, forever your whitebox

You are meant for many things
Just to give up at the ends, really

I know ima star
And I'm going far
Everytime I hope up on a track I'm going hard
Niggas keep on talking like they don't know who we are
If money was

I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get

like a storm, this track going to be hot and heavy 
A star is born
We form, friends forever until we're worn
Friends been torn, got to calculate