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to myself
Though self-sabotage
Everything that I ever loved

When I'm dead and gone
Will I cross your mind
I don't know
But this emptiness is bottomless
These

frozen
Big shit popping, they ain't stopping shit
Bitch, I was chosen!
Big bread winner, get the money by the loaf, You just loafing
Everybody get a bag

and James, I gotta go hard
Give it my all, give my everything, Cause daddy love y'all
Don't want y'all to hoe, don't Want you movin' drugs, hope y'all Be smart

the building, like an epidural patient pushed out more than her first kid, by the baby lies a turd in other words I don't feel shit

But I feel sick, when them

nothing wrong with me
I sit cross-legged on my bed at night
While you throw out criticisms sharp as knives
But I just stare with unaffected eyes
‘Cause I

it's fucking with my head
The reaper want my soul at night, I'm prayin' by the bed
They try to twist some words, but I remember everything they said

Yeah, broski
Fully DONSYDE man
Catch me, inna me brand new Louis
Fuck wid mi clan, me get cross like Stewie
Mi a go all out tonight
Weed deh yah rum,

When I met you
When I met you

Sitting in the cafe right across from Elmer street
Lost in my thoughts
Then with my usual order you smiled and came by

your name, Play their game
Beg them on your knees
Find a way to please
Commit any crime
Cross every line

You been hanging with ghosts
That's for sure

Look, they celebrating what's false
Wonder where truth is livin'
Cross breading spirits, force feeding children
He ain't even seven, Santa still

I grew up in a morgue
Surrounded by the bodies of long-dead tradition
Eyeless corpses of people full of hate and agony
Nose-blind was I
But return

they can't even feel us
Blinded by the fake so much, they don't even know the real us
Lost in a world full of lies, you don't know what to trust
If you

And dragging on you niggas
Master Shenron
I question everything
See I'm a test you like a scantron
Niggas wearing faces quick to cross you with the answer

next to the AP
GameCube like melee
Niggas doing dope and needles cross the street I stay stay
No Mercy where I'm from no this ain't no play play

yet you gon have to do me
Everything but headtaps
I don't respect your shooter
I got the road a couple times
Not my jacket Louis
Damn I mean my jacket

fingers how many people really got my back 
If shit go down it's a rap, I can tell by how you act 
And that's a fact 
I ain't finna lie to you just so I

a Cadillac, tracing tramp stamps
Cover everything
But she hit the splits like Van Damme
I'm a stunt, man
I might hit for real like action films
I'm a cinephile

taking my time
Break my fucking neck, I'm rejected by my kind

It feels so strange telling you what to do
Because you're always a step ahead or two
Kill me

Makin' sure life before me gets remembered
Forest can get sparked by an ember
Everything new is born from never
Happy to have what I have in my hand
That’s

away for a while
The mic is dusty man, throw me a towel
The cables knotted and frayed, they over welcomed their stay
They going all criss cross, keeping

Porsche
Nothing wey I fit do
If don't love me bae it's cool
No be by force
Only me go carry my cross

She wan be my julie ee ee
Make I be her Romeo
Buh me I

sheker, not true
I'm not gonna stop, I been doing everything wrong
I hope we cross paths soon
'Aseh lecha rav', I been on my own for too long
Rebbe, I'm

to the ground
Don't take the word from me
Every lie
By design it's perfect
What a time to be alive
Cross the T's
Dot the I's, no suspect
Will we live to see

to see me tortured on the inside where truth lies
rising from the floor and I think death knows I hide

down here in this hell we pretend
That everything