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life
Music is my life
And the lyrics are my story
Music is my life, ya
Music is my life
Music is my life
That's the song of how music helps me and saves

my lyrics in the sky
Nickname me autopilot
Trauma trapped within my mind
I finally decided
That this gotta be my only time
To step up go rewind it

tell it for me

Under God's grey skies
My lyrics is like Bible, made to save lives
In the midst of all your misery nigga, stay fly

Uh, it's do or die my

invisible on a mission
I'm tryna be seen in this movie life that I'm livin
I've been spittin but people say you ain't with it
I know my lyrics be hittin all

put her on Phantom
Sipping on lean like I'm sipping on Fanta
I'm only 15, baby Santana
She show me around, she a dirty Diana
Reading my lyrics, but they

and make a freestyle too
And maybe one day it'll be as big as freestyle two
Apparently my lyrics are too hot they dropped who knew
I put the cologne on my

Troublemaker, got like 50 opps
Run up on him, 49 getting dropped
Janitors in the city, everybody got mops
Lyrics, got a myriad on top of the pyramid
She let me

thought you knew
These lyrics flourished from my pain, guided me through
I know a lot, don't see my age, gone too soon
I caught a fetish, getting paid,

ya life recede
(Aye)
Back to my back
Shawty be peeping and she be feeling my style
I just be spittin' these lyrics my flow is delirious I Just be

feeling my heart (Oh no)
I got these red yokes they be looking like mars (Ohh)
I drop two of them they made me turn crazy (Whoops)
Another in my mouth I’m

Grundy Virginia, full of small town dream Spittin' fire in my lyrics like laser beams
Took me five years for people to realize it seems To work, so I never

this shit ain't no stretch
When I die, I turn to flesh and let my soul remain as blessed
I'm moving just like Vietnam vets, my lyrics like a bomb threat,

on a gauge
My lyrics on pages the grip and engage
And I can’t get enough G the feeling’s insane
My guys get gassed when I spit in the garage imagine the scenes

that I can
Better than the competition
I don't need permission for being as great as I am
Lyrics are my ammunition put me in position
That's where all

gripping the stick and she gripping my kite
I'm sick on the ride, lil bitch I'm smokin' up
I'ma be honest, I don't know a lot of rap
Here are my lyrics
Here

what's the addy
I was just looking life and I'm thinking bout blessings I got that'll never distract me
I know them haters be hating that me and bmo

Depends on you
Depends on me
Depends on us who wants to be free
I guarantee you are agreeing with me
Who wants to resist all the evil we see
Orwell

respect
My nigga respect all my lyrics got sense
My lyrics got sense you can 50 cents
Ask to 50 cents he’s the boss in the game
He’s the boss in the game no

I'm a sad boy, baby
So turn that light on

Write lyrics for my band
Forming blisters in my hand 
Done it wrong from the start, found comfort in this

I'm a sad boy, baby
So turn that light on

Write lyrics for my band
Forming blisters in my hand 
Done it wrong from the start, found comfort in this

hysterics
But taking my breath away is how I finish all my lyrics
Listen
Yeah
Listen
Yeah
Swiftly
I move to the swift beat
Hit me
I can make my beat speak
My

city, a battle that's cut short
Me vs their lyrics, my ballad they put forth
Cannot waste my time on people who ain't even playing the sport
I sport my

this joint and... aw fuck, forgot my lyrics, my dude, whatever

Roll up hold me to your lips and open up your mind (Open my mind)
Don't you worry you can

I'm finna explode
Follow down the rainbow you'll find this lil pot of gold
Used to sit in class and write down lyrics in my notes
And then I'd look up