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you're in crisis
And then he shows up right on time
He comes in hot when the room is quiet
You've mismatched garbage TV diets
But he's got your number
He

Anxiety got my palms moist
Lord help me  are you sure you chose me to be your voice
This gotta be a joke
I Still got smoke in my throat from last time

you're in crisis
And then he shows up right on time
He comes in hot when the room is quiet
You've mismatched garbage TV diets
But he's got your number
He

Salvation
Die daily my flesh
Crucifixion
Level up in my faith
Resurrection
Still got my health
Protection
Call God for help
Direction
No judgement zone

Yeah I'm still thinking bout you
Think I can live without you
Feels like these years are passing me by
Last few it's just kinda felt like I'm living

Wake and bake and go wavy baby
The way I play the game they say I am mainly crazy
Maybe... but if you ain't up for real just get out
The only time that i

Anything to rap on beats, hungry for some fucking food
Too many topics that I wanna to talk too
I’m in between the old and the new school
Still searching for

get on the same page and turn it
History pages burin' in my furnace 
Stories always told by the Victor 
I'm just makin' sure my shit ridiculous 
Camera

me lately
I feel like I'm dreaming (Dream)
Voices in my head these motherfuckers keep on screaming
Too many shit on my mind
But i still feel fine
And i

bleed yourself dry
And still wonder why
She won't talk to you

Cause she's over the games
She ain't got nothing
Left to prove

She looks good in

Ninety two baby
Ninety mile raised me
Rolling up too
Feel the vibrations
Rolling through town headed down to the city
And if I'm lucky still got real

hit by Cupid
Jack ball hard so you can not dispute it
Killing this beat the way I abuse it
They trynna hang but I leave em on nooses
Going so crazy

Fuck TBT
Live in the moment the flow is so potent
Ain't nothing like Kodak
From the mud Eat my dust 
As I wipe my feet all you niggas the game is

fucking lame
Can't get on this we too hypeshit
Cos we're switching up the game
I'm not bothered by you normies you all
Look the fucking same

狂ってやる
Can't

was raised off that G.O.A.T's Milk
Remember me as the most real
Collecting STDs to be the MOST ill
Been dope since 13, but still the game don't know me

the dirt I blossomed
envisioned what I wanted
Then I Went out & got it
It's 4th quarter WE UP
They still tryna be us
Blessed , we need luck
Move in silence

an album not too long ago
I still have no clue
How to tell my tale
I'm about a minute in
And I don't have long
So I guess I'm gonna
Have to really try

with some lame shit
Like a real og from Hillsboro
Holla my name if you feel low
Honor my game
With some real love
Fill up drugs in my brain
Make me feel

the world, mass confusion see it day by day
Try to lock me in a box lies deception is the game they play, yeah
Wake up third eye truth it live in me and you

nobody's help is sounding so wrong to me
Like who wrote those bars, man, come on

I put a lotta time in, this ain't my tenth session
Get this shit up off my

a while 
Was nothing 
I drop the games 
No fronting 
Patience like the salt 
In the bottom 
Of the hour glass 
Filling you up 
A crystal at a time 
Let me

goals off my check-list
Need some Air Force 1's for how we steppin
Going back to Cali had to link up with my migo
Couple hour trip couple pounds under

of this
Cuz we knew all too well
I'll serve my time in hell
Before I get slightest sight of the inside of a cell
Love with the game but still missing you in

Still ain't fuckin' with no lames
Ain't even fuck with the fame
Like a plague you cannot tame
The new hardest in the game
You can't explain motherfucker