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should’ve kept playing sports
Bitch I come from the slums 
Ima section 8 baby thats a advantage for hustlers 
We had a lil something but never really had

feeling pain
So even in sleep it just feel the same

Thats why I wake up irritated
The drip on me cant be irrigated
I never cared for the litigation
Niggas

I'm on fire Imma blow up like a land mine
And I'm bout to take em over by a landslide
I won't never ever let up that's on my life
In them trenches with

New outlook
Fuck the old stuff
Or fuck the new stuff
Cause right now i feel used up
Tired melodies
Familiar sounds
Repetition's repetition
Never

that's brave enough to face the music
Too amusing
Spittin mucus through the sick vernacular
Puttin entire booths on
Get free humiliation by the bar, no

Let me start by saying that I love music
I'm cursed like a witch flying on a broomstick
I ain't playing no acoustic I'm about to lose it
Devour

it
I can't tell my brother slow it down i'd be a hypocrite
If the coochie fire we can run it back Emmitt Smith
Like I popped a pill my opportunities

spitting in every direction
I'm guessing they know I'm a force to be reckoned by the way I'm wielding my words as Weapon
Like I was holding an FN
Aiming

Y'all betta stop playing with me

Hold on you didn't know I was coming with that rapid fire
I already killed the game
Is it time for me to retire?

Blocked by bumble-bee tape, Reach the fire escape
Assassinate real individuals from the fake
Bag your body, yank your guts
And stuff faux shit like

Ay, Ay,

YM Elohim,
Those words are the truest,
Lxrd Smxke, Lxrd Poseidxn,

I still dance like Desiigner,
Tell TrailBlazer it’s fire,
The drums slap

Yeeeah
Freestyle Scientist in this motherfucker
Go ahead and cook up a
New formula on them boys

That's how I feel, that's what it was
Fire red

fire, asked the plug, what is this
Gettin' disrespectful, might just hit him with the stick
Last name Wesson, so I hit him with the Smith
Herbie Hancock

and
Jae will be in space scattered tiny particles
My style is too raw, condoms I never heard of
Spread my seeds to break free and watch them hurdle

You Say (Feed my sheep)
Music, lyrics by Travis K smith 
Published by WCDAT Publishing 

Verse 1 
Started out as a kingdom kid full of fire
Made my

Karma comes so I bare arms gotta keep smith & weston
In the jungle where I'm brought up them bullets keep me protected
Say he want it we meeting up I wont

me bae, on some gangsta shit
My bitch put in work like I’m Michael vick
I’m her Clyde she be on her Bonnie shit
Meet by the picket fence
Will you be my

depression
I don't ever sleep and I never learn my lesson
Feel like a Smith and Wesson
Blow at any moment 
Think I lost my mind I just hope that no one notice

I'm protected not by weapons
But I keep that Smith and Weston
Cause I know this shit get deadly
I been runnin' up digits
Stayin' down in dope boy

to somewhere that you can't be
On some real shit
I ain't feelin niggas I'm ready drill Shìt
XD but I'm looking for a will smith
When mobb died I ain't sleep for

I define the G.O.A.T
Record 99 and 0
Blinded by the score
Not the time for smoke
Too high to hear your jokes
I am not your bro
Born and raised in

just scrape it off my lungs
In a room that's full of sheep, I'm the dog that never sleep
Keep a boy cryin' wolf if he watching how I eat
I spit wine

Yo, i make the place jump
I make the place go dumb
I scare the haters and i leave em sucking on they thumbs
I make these bitches wish that had never

like a locomotive
I'm motivated by Pun
You could never catch me lacking
My squad be toting guns
Y'all ain't bout that action
All you pussies is my son