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that it's HENRY CASTRO!
Rest In Peace to my dog man he seen it all
Had em since I was nine years
Had a couple of falling outs with my peers
I'm here too
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
came
Out to play
So one day when my car was down I got a ride with brother Adrian to a neighborhood a few
Cities away to get some stock
It was in
not the same
Imma let you dream the dream
But I won't let you play the game
They say you fake it till you make it
I don't do that anymore
13 years old
I
of weeks in a month
There's 12 picture cards, the number of months in a year
There's 13 tricks, the number of weeks in a quarter
So you see, my friend
these rocks this creek?
Raton Canyon by name pours
Coyote leaves & old Pomo bones
& old dust of Tomahawks
into your angler'd maw
My salt maw shall
Happy with no teeth, happy here in hibernation
Slurpin' on a peach, starin' at the situation
Kitty at my foot, meowin' out a conversation
Rockin'
Preposterous foes, frantically foul niggas
See niggas in blast, there goes a loud difference
Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens
You can't be
suburbans with liquor
Preposterous foes, finicky foul niggas
See niggas and blacks, there goes a loud difference
Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old
I'm havin problems with my old lady
And lately she been against me and hatin
Sayin fuck it
I got to keep it ruggish and thuggish
Mean muggin kissin
with being taken for granted
They hate me for no reason I don't fucking understand it
But it's fine, fuck it I'll get through it
By my motherfucking self
looking out
On my side protecting (I love you)
20 years old
Feelin' so neglected
These self issues
Been fucked on and misused
So scared feelin' like I been
the flow
Whatever's required, I got it goin' for the low
I parted ways with my old self, I'm a new man
New face with a new stone and the blue van
Blew
thoughts to my self but I'll vent to my heat
I don't do no talking you ain't using shit against me
Players only live once got the pussy when I was 13
I
Hood why you do 'em like that?
Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back
Couple weeks old, "Bugatti" done went gold
You ain't even know, I deserve
just be chilling then leave from the scene
I gotta throwback vibe like 93
How may years ago? like pass 13
I'm doing my best and they really don't see
since '13 been my illest year
I make these trap wannabes look like Build-a-Bears
Late nights watching interviews and old samples
Playing in my head
, not even at my peak
19 Was unique, been a beast since 18
17, Had the dream, killing with 16s
I spit mean, thought I would die by 15
Anxiety at 14,
to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music, but happy cause free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Got a knot in my pocket, weighing
sound in the crew
With Magic Wand, had it going on (Old school)
Bringing the freaks out at night
Rapper's Delight
Fly girls were giving hip hop a new
running away[02:37.48]She saw her audience[02:40.89]To my backyard she returned to her essence[02:48.35]Intrigued she explored[02:51.51]Her old self took
say you only live once
I live my life like a movie
I put my life in my music
You gamble with it you'll lose it
23 years breathing i done seen it all
see it done by someone else
How could anybody with a fragment of self-worth expose themself so vulnerably?
Then again, that's coming from the boy who
touch the dials
Parkland hospital, only six more miles
You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, you filled me with lead
That magic bullet of yours has gone to my
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