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Dear 17, how have you been
I'm writing all these letters but their stuck in my head
Of memories with you by my side sneaking out at midnight just

as she ain't telling mans then that ain't an issue
Grown men acting like teens, they should banish you
From all clubs, you ain't old enough to manage blue

And I remember telling shawty - shut the fuck up
Cause she moaning too loud in my mom and dad apartment
But I can't remember quite when it all got so

You know they ask bout you
My friends are your friends too
Baby that's your crew
What hasn't been said is all I'm latching on to
Hanging by a thread

me
All cash daily basis
While these clowns
Making statements
And I'm balling like I'm Kobe
With the give go
I'm from the streets
I was raised by

smalltown's library
I saw you across the room
I wrote a letter to you
Delivered by my mother
She was a First World War medic
Now there's another
And it's

stay true
Cuz I'm so noble
I should get a prize
Take you by surprise
Now ya eyes wide
AK on the rise
All Glory be to God
I ain't tellin no lies
Love left

Thought about turning to the bottle but I knew that'd make it worse 
So I wrote down all my feelings and I threw them in a verse
I'm like Adam missing Eve

OF HOW THE ELDERS FEED.
ONE BY ONE TO ZERO SUM MATH BE NOT A STRONG SUIT.
(SHE) SMOTHERED BREATH INSIDE AN INFANT'S CHEST TO STUDY LUNG MOVEMENTS
COME

midget led by pencil scratching kisses
Is this some type of hit a nigga quick with it and never miss eternal grippin nigga
Yeah he do da most, Yeah all she

Turner died
Belittling domestic violence
May you all be silenced
The views for Candace are mixed
She's smart but called a bitch
Led by villainous quips

The way I'm living ain't made for a fluke
Wrote it all down in twenty-oh-two
And whoever got my hard drive, keep that too (too)
First generation bum ass

it
In my body and soul
So I wrote them lines
Have you rock to that
As the money come in
I don't even even know
In time and time
Make I no tell you no

by your side
Be there when nobody else is down to ride for you

And all the girl only use you for a reason
Put VVS all on your neck now you're anemic

could forgive everything, including that feeling"
She brought me back to port & then some, blindsided from the starboard
She likes mixing paint & MCS, I

them
We own all the highlights like ESPN
Yeah, y'all subtly losing focus
I contemplated shots when I wrote this
Said a prayer for my opus
I was driving

that you said you wrote
Or even if you slit your throat
What I'm sayin' is, nowadays nothin' matters
My intellect's above your head, you couldn't

with my pen

Bitch this is the coop go get in some pens
All that she knows not even your business
I got some sons they might play pen
You wanna show up

Shawty is a queen, she don’t need lessons
She ain’t messin with no nigga, she finessin
And when I call she’s pleased, no mo stressin 
But I been

a big fat stack in my Hummer, yellow
I kill that pussy, it's murder she wrote
I got my Benz on autopilot, seat go so low
Get mad, get mad
Shoot you in

Hearts

Thundamentals

So We Can Remember

2014

we first met
You wasn't having in
Get a fabulous fat booty, mad [?]
Only thing that you gave me was some attitude
Wrote me off as just some other

Trying to locate
Where I wrote my lyrics
Looking through the notebooks
I'm getting anxious
Where is it?
I see my history
Through to-do's

that's just taken by 
A flame and I don't why 
I try 
If I die 
I die 
If I live 
I'll smile 
For You, I don't know why 

(The Devine never lies)

To my

She wants it back, go get it in blood
Hanging with the demons and you'll
End up in Hell don't hang with people that
You think would tell hanging with