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to console and praying i found
peace for me and my homies//
Why cant i breathe i dont know// thought i broke out but back in this
chokehold //my people get

it up check it out

(bridge) “This is what we poets do when we create with imagery,
metaphor and music. The most obvious way poets do this, of course,

to morocco
F*ckin in space on apollo
She hold my nut in her tonsils
I play with the p*ssy no console
You know i f*ck horizontal
F*ckin bad b*tches to gospel

go at 33 pat ewing got cheated
That's on repeat
I had to face that music i'm ruined
What's this life without you in it
This broken heart is my image

homies
And I'm very anti social
I just wish I could could come hold you 
Lay up and baby console you

All this money in my pockets
I know it can't buy me

They say it's who you know 
I'd say I'm you
N O 
So it's up to me not to stoop 
Below the squatters poachin'
On my music goals
And how you gonna

console me
I see the words like colors, bag of slugs and a slugger
Barbwire and nails I do it up when I touch her
Im buzzin, you buggin, you wasn't sayin

my line, ask why, and nobody knows
Run away to my friends
And they help me to console
Myself dug deep in a hole
My mind I’m losing control
Grab

to stop me that's a fact 
But he ain't need to call no K-9 unit truck to double back
Coulda went to jail da situation really hella close
My middle console

the rumble
Tracks I had to download
Audacity was one hope
No access to no laptop
1GB RAM of console
Don't be the same
Adapt to change
Some day you afraid
Some

tenderloins
Get off my fuckin my loins
Bitch-made rappers lotta cap in they raps thinkin' they actors
Money from mommy they only factor

Cause the music scene

of the bucca coz works been shit
But the sesh just started so lets get lit
Drive round town with the windows down
And the music loud while you see what's bout

Cmon let’s go she said and we were outtie five thou
Got no ideas where I’m headed right now
Got that look in her eyes and a bottle in the console
So

They want to know if the music is coming
They want to know when I’m dropping new gems
You see, I don’t have the luxury to forget 
When I go to bed
My

a ton 
Toast a nigga bun 
Turn a nigga to a sub roll 
Acting funny wit the money 
They a hit you wit a drum roll 
You can't play like a console 
They

you trying to console
See I Learn when I’m hands on
I Gotta Put my stance on
I Gotta put my mans on
That’s all i want
Like that’s all eye see
See thats

the inevitable
Gotta finish homework within an hour or so but
I don't even sweat though cause of how it'll turn out
Gaming on my console just hanging around
In

You fallen outta love and your job and your music buzz
You hit rock bottom underneath all you thought you above
People wonder why you left the suburbs

ain't my bitch
That's our bitch
She calls every top of the hour
Airplane mode when I'm in the shower
Cuz I need my music and she interrupting
Bitch, keep

played now I have my ways on consoles (no controller)
With my woe from Congo (Yeah!)
Other roll dog Nige (Aye!)
And the flow so slimy yeah
Let a nigga try

make that bank Fell in love with my music
Ya I swear it’s therapeutic, now i’m feeling like who this
Now the old girl muted Ya, ya
Now I gotta play my

Moody lights are low
Music loud
Drinks a flow
A familiar setting 
But I'm feeling something 

A pair of faultless eyes
A count to ten 
A verified

i got the gift they wish they had n*gga
When i'm on the beat console, i'm an expert n*gga
When i grab the mic, i'm the best rap n*gga
Back

You want that plate
You want that bowl 

That spoon that fork that knife

You want that control
You want that console
You want that, new beginning

You