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the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,

and discover the truth for yourself
Search and destroy the lies for yourself
Yeah, I'm not wise, I'm far from it
But by the gift of The Holy Spirit may wisdom

young but seek no understanding through the rites
Well informed of the sacraments as if a bolstered birth of conclusion drew its name with a favoured

coming thru
Kick that shit (Haaaa)

Shout out to my nigga Drew
You know what I'm saying how we do this shit
Keeping it lock representing Broward County
All

And the bills are still printing
So fuck it I might as well still get it
Sounds like something Trueyy would say
His birthday's Christmas with him gone it's really

Track: “Infected (feat. Benjels) [prod. Benjels]”
Artist: The Sargent & Bri Crisp (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”
Year: 2020

the universe had become a full circle
In high school I got my
Own robbed for guns sake
Where my homies drew the
Blueprints of the house
Leave my momma one day
I

again like Groot
No-one really knows how to make it, I do
I'll have an album done by like noon
And ride the Milano with my Raccoon
I'ma keep makin' songs

Christmas-themed cardboard sleeves that hadn't run out
The collegiate curtain closed by social directive
Been thrown off the deep end, told to work till you drop
Is

that I align with
Hate when niggas gotta move so indecisive
I don’t really understand what put me on the other side
These niggas spend they time by

I was angry, I was bitter
I was filled with pride
I was selfish, I was foolish to believe those lies
I loved hate, loved me
Loved rage, loved