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It's almost happening. Everyone is waiting for me, I will go on stage and speak to them.
Until recently, at such a moment, I would mainly think that

can tell by the sight of me that I'm fighting this dialogue
Telling me to go rifling through old dynasties
Greed corrupt the flesh
Man down
Counts

a mess
HB go in
Yo
All praise to the most high
Listen
Be too much in the future, need to slow down
Bro havin' a baby boy we had to pour up
We live by

settling
Surrounded by them pessimists
I want a roofless coup in a gucci suit sitting courtside chilling with a Lucy lu
see the fame reach with extensive aim

shining like a diamond do
By god, I’m Jesus, by golly, gee whiz
Locked all my keys in, so i bought myself three whips
Want the cops leaving, tell em “my

for the rest of the year
They say donate to charity , record the tears
But where does that money really go, back into something useless
Like building

ain’t plugging in no time travelin components

What I’m sayin is
I can control how I react, but not what you do
I can say something slick, go onna roll,

they were a child
Yo, spit it out loud in front of the crowd, yo Jesus is king
If you can get down, your life will improve, now how does that sound?
Life

to
A tune that the voices inside'll
Battle for your mind and
A tune that you won't want to go on-
Line to voice your pride to

Ridiculous the we way we

and depleted. 
so step into my arena 
where I earn stripes like a zebra 
won’t stop til my grass is greener 
saved by the bell like I’m stringer 
I went from

wanna make up (let's go head and cut it clean)
I don't wanna wake up (life is better in my dreams)
But I gotta get my cake up (money put my mind at ease)

to God, I'm just asking him why
"She is with me ", was the only reply
Took that on the chin, it just lifted our tribe
Only the scary would go run and hide

I'ma tell you a story at the
End is where is begins
Two men walkin' down the street with
Pistols gripped to their hands
Murder on their mind it's

apart like a cantaloupe (mmm delicious)


I aint no coward
Music is my power but if you gon go up on me ima talk louder
Make a point till I feel prouder

Trey we just got off the phone
Grew up with them where the fuck I go wrong
Lil brother but I'm keeping us strong
I got off a topic a second
I was saying

killing, by spitting
And it doesn't sit well, 'cause I always feel different
The canvas is blank so I picture the words
That would fit together, then I'm

like Giveon
I'm tired of all the head scratchers saying I don't belong (oof)
But I'm too young to meet with Jesus
See I'm what they want defeated
This

up the pieces
That you left behind you close your eyes and talk to Jesus
But its empty, why is it so empty, I need someone to talk to but everybody

And kiss your lips
I know you're in pain
From me
But I don't
Want you to be

I'm watching her walk to the door as I'm frozen and motionless
Hopeless

I have the range
Yeah cause you know I’m always falling up short
Want some food on my plate where’s the lunch course
Want some new era bape

tears than when Jesus wept
As I get lost in dark thoughts that play in my mind
All I really want is freedom but it's hard to find
I remember when
I

the glass ceiling with no glass in my eyes, can't go back to square one when I'm on 35, I tried 

Maybe I'm too driven by my passion to succeed 
Maybe I'm

This is where I learn, who’s real and who’s fake
I grabbed my lawnmower and I’m chopping up these snakes
You said you fuck with me, but you won’t rep for

I think I'm comin' down
It's W-Y T-E, the party animal
And hanging with molly is where I'll be found

Eat molly by da gram, eat molly by da gram
Eat