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finish
I lose in 2K games by double digits
My girl yell at me she say "Do the dishes"
You not my momma nor my daddy don't be tellin' me shit
Then I go

feel so protected
Stocks going up, everyone's so invested
In everything we doing, man you know you impressed with
Every move we ever make, write a verse,

The blackest sheep till I got six feet deep
Rapping is so good to me, I'm never looking back till I leave
But everything I ever wanted came so easily
You see

Willie, Simp, Mayes, Intricate
Quan are my niggas, but if I'm being honest
The rest of you niggas ain't rapping with me, I'm speaking lyrically
Ain't no way

the mortal world
Except your drinking buddies all are murders and racists
People always ask me what it's like to meet Satan
Let me tell you, down here he isn't

tales
But you don't feel me though

authenticity/
Of my/ rhymes/ comes from/ my/
Honesty/ and integrity/
Believe/ in me/
I'm showing/ these kids/ a way/
You don't/ need/ their/ monetary/
Backing/

Man, you know what the fuck going on, fam
Ay, uh, when you drop that album bro
Our songs gon' be the best one
Let's go
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Let me

on Instagram
Make videos and show them all the time
Keep up with us or you'll get left behind
Calculate what you want say and do
When someone asks me how many

see it in my veins veins veins
Ay
Bro
Whole other side of me
That I
Ain’t show
Feel like Billy Gunn
Like oh you
Ain’t know ?
Bottle it up
Like a volcano

it’s a mistake you can’t redo
30 mixtapes and 1 album that’s a preview
Still dont feel famous
Middle fingers to the camera man
Balancing raps like

whack
I'm that bitch you can check my sheet
Got cheat codes that they can't unleash
Made a post about me, all false cold tea
Catch my eye when you catch

If it wasn't for you my parents would feel abandoned
If they were the ones rapping for you it would be an album
You inspired me through times I wasn't

it's time to change jackets
Broke-ass niggas tell me what you hatin' for
I'll get your ass whacked at your own corner store
It's gon' be from the blind

way longer than a college master thesis
If you're against me then your chilling in the loser's side
Come and get an Uber ride
Don't step up to me cause

to steal the music until we got our Rights 
Now all our songs have copyrights 
Y'all feel me now, you copy, right? That's why I be like

If It Wasn't for

Ain't need no vouchers, most people doubt me, I'll eat with out you
So seasoned proper, niggas flop, to me that won't be an option
Right after pop out we

skills in solitude
Finna set 'em free on all of you
Working with my team, Cray-B and me
And we take care of all our dues
And we 'bout to move, these bars'

down
Lowkey digging tunnels
Feel the rumble from the ground
Pull up in the whip
You can't even touch me
Girl on my arm
You can't even hug me
Nike's

ain't Maybach by the way
Palmer Road, Two-Ten, What's up
From the bacc of my Cell
To the front of the jet
I'm getting bacc on my grind
I can't be fronting

Rusty Spurs

Chris LeDoux

Life as a Rodeo Man

1975

bout the days gone by wishin' he was there
Rodeo you take a boy and make a man so tall
Drink his youth and cast him by the way
What's he gonna do now

an artist first, businessman dead last
Bewildered by the fact your music makes you little cash
Not because it’s trash, because there is no hustle
Bones in

employed by Patron 
Yea ya boys in a zone
And you can tell by tone 
That i feel I'm the best and no I'm not alone 
I gotta squad right behind me like the old

smarter
I been done playin by rules cause they ain't fair
Bringing my A game every time so that y'all aware
I make this shit look easy don't I but ya niggas