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know you spent some hours
I can tell by the messy hair and baggy eyes
That's why I'm checking on the misspells, the details
The dog ears, the coffee

for a minute
Did you miss me
Top 5 dead or alive, don't forget me

What's this in my jeans
Pocket full of Queen's
Spending Lizzy on every na that's in

by
Always wondering what I'm really looking for
Now here I am
Back knocking at your door

Now I know
We were kids and you were living down

I'm livin Walk with the brave I can't run with the timid
Forever goin ride thru da 215 tented
Dey think I be flexing it is not for attention
I hop out

Freedom
Isn’t Free
(Yeah yeah)
Ohh freedom
(Yeah we going back old school)
Isn’t Free
I go by the name of Mc Rafiki
Mike check 1,2,3
Yeah
Check it

I been grinding for a minute never sit down
Infectious rhymes you getting sick now
Hop scotch as a kid now I skip town
I can say confidently that I'm

ain't much
In this world that I wouldn't give
Ever should fall I hold it down
Forever watch for your kids
Don't know how long
I've been waiting
I really

running with my woes
If the ratio poor, I'm bringing sand to the beach
1942 and then it's back for the screech
Had beef since young, I got saved by

wrote that old poem for you
So this poetic by far
Owe Imma get my karma back
My Karma back
Owe Imma get my karma back
My Karma back
Now lish she was legit

growing old
It isn't lost on me,
The fake beauty of this temporal tragedy
Crossed bullets, burnt paths
Can the cost be too high?
And are the endorphins

But no whiskey would be strong enough for that 
And by the way you look lovely in your high heels
No makeup can change the way that it feels, too look

I'm not the one I used to know
I'm not the one I used to know

I'm a degenerate 22-year-old ignorant sinner
sent here care of my shoe souls from

old western
Wanna take me outta my spot
Back to the cold stone ages of
slanging rock
Years locked up wanting me to rot
Praying I'm not
It took 1 day had

for four and dropped another hundred in it
By the time you rim it up, custom interior
Paint it up crazy clear, shine like a mirror
This right here

the boy was too wide eyed
Now my flow now anointed by all the blood, sweat and tears I cried
I often wanted forgiveness for the life I was living,
Still I

in the south
Vacay in the Caymans
I’m the runner up, but I’m never Last
They wanna hate me, but they Really fans
I ain’t dodging shit, this is not for

15 years old we was chilling in the park
2. Only time I felt myself was when I’m high after dark
3. Never had money for shoes, never stepped inna

was social
Tell me I won't make I can't take it I'm too hopeful
Sensitive I told you, but thanks for being vocal
Thinking while I'm sipping am I trippin

league my, reason for being on this mic aint like any typical type of reason they might be doing this for
For years I've been doing this raw
Same old me

the lone wolf
Got no partner in this crime
Antisocial, hear no bark, but I'mma bite!
Apex predator, beast in your gran's sheets
I'm too greedy I need seconds

They say they used to hearin' me
Vent on a beat for real
But I don't think they be hearin me
Vent on a beat for real
So I'm bouta just vent on a beat

bread and that plate of lasagna
This pressure I'm applying have you screaming tapping out crying
You probably catch me out of sight, out of state, new

got no feelings
Been humble for a minute I do damage I a menace
I can't be categorized I kill this
I'm old skul and modernized they can't stand it

my dawg he like to step
We out in Europe he gon Euro
Not too much he fear tho
Known 'em since a year old
And I was always different
Use to think I was