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Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one

[Verse]
Ninety one, around the sun, 3-6-5 days, nigga
Time comin, little nigga runnin' comin' up, outta that blaze, nigga

Whole picture, but they out the frame
This nigga buildin' his own world
Labeled Jr, I'm a different name
Labeled Jr, I'm a different name
I send my regards to my mom, I send my regards to my dad
Left them for dead in my memories
It's up to me, to remember me, January to December, can never forget my November
I was my own neglector, now, I'm my protector

Could've been different, well off, mad poems to get the yells off

Got enough base to grace the whole crowd, y'all ain't been hearin' but a nigga loud
Try to silence the Black Sheep, could spit my own soul from a back beat

If only, they could be proud of me, but really, they merely just shrouded me
Allegories, they grounded me, from the womb to my room, language founded me

Spirit been walkin' the walk, my gut was just tellin' me, some shit was wrong
Now I see a bigger picture, the heart of the matter, my scripture
The surges in verses, the mixture
Been mendin' the wounds of my inner

Mirrored the misery, self doubt inflicted me, wanted to die every day, ain't no mystery

There was a spark, throughout all the melee, milestones, victories
Existentialist shit, my histories
A nigga live, a nigga learn, a nigga give, a nigga earn
Ten years in the Game, no return

Never thought, I would live, to see this shit, rappin' chillin, livin' winnin' shit
Chefin', cookin, flexin' grillin' shit
Flippin' buildin', burnin, willin' shit

Disillusioned as f*ck for a long time
Set my own dreams on the wrong side
LSD fucked me up for the long ride
Days really just feel like song tides
Pullin' back, movin' straight, flowin' off sides
F*ck a master, ain't no wrong guide
All that bullshit they really on, all lied
Get to the bag, get off the grind
Heart on my sleeve, gettin' off my mind
Might f*ck around and live out my design
World in a flux, death decline, wanna see how I do in this life of mine
I'm keep on writin' 'til I'm off the line, well off writing books sellin' off to sign

Ask me my purpose, well I don't know
If I leave shit to chance, then I don't grow
How can I tell a story if I don't show
Mothafuckas be chattin' and they still blow
Too much aperture with no glow
One of one, you know how this shit go

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