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Spreading gas of rap influence
Pass the pastor preaching
Mask the words in music
Packed my bags
Embarked on tasks of my producing
Landed down in Brookings

During church, they've asked me not to sing
Even in mass, they've asked I wear the mask from last Halloween
You walked through the door, I never felt

know how much longer I can stay true
I won't text her I won't call her
I'll just leave a note by the door
I won't think much about it
I won't think about

the one three times, so I go by Dollie
But you already know me, and I ain't folding
Unless it's for you
Cheetah print pillow case
Shorty got the scarf

Turned the block to a ghost town, no one in sight
Rep the set and hold it down, from the street to the mic
Pray the lord cover me from enemies

doors, raising the ceiling
Busy creating the feeling
Hustling, 3AM walk in my momma house
I don’t got a bed at my momma house
How you think that shit feel

Yea we from the gravel
Weigh money out that bando
Young nigga watch that front door
Watch that bitch swang hoe
Been up three days
The same clothes
Sorry

Everything is changing
You can tell by the cracks in the pavement
Life's about the re-arrange things

Though the moon goes up and the stars go down

of an emo chicks hair
When they're barely depressed with no guidance
And even been felt by Joe Biden (Wait)
Th-this is the kinda shit that I say to r-rile

Stuck inside my mind

Words come out your mouth
But don't practice what you preach
Beggin' for forgiveness but you ain't down on your knees
Sinner

it all behind and my past rewinds
Two horns on my head that is three times
Four pills in my brain I don't care though
Crush 'em down and they going up

to get jumped out on by 3
Soon as I made it home
Pulled up on my homeboy Down the bay
Standing outside on the phone And said baby on the way
Gave me

Tiptoe without a sound
An unfamiliar place in winter
But this room has memories
I put my bag down by the photos of your father
And hope I don't disturb

All of this came cause of my name
You ain't got a chance to be in my lane
I'm the reason just why I ain't
Gonna bow down, and I still stand up here

The three amigos we are running the game
Without the Savior in my life it probably never would change for better
You see how easy I can switch up the flow

y'all ain't with the shits
30 Sitting by me curry on the bench
40 On my side like a fucking hip
Feel like CP3 when I touch the clip
All my niggas packing

Curfew is early tonight
Six to eight we improvise
Anticipation killing me
Out the door by half past three
Cold wind hits me like a bus
Tonight don't

My agony is misery that lives deep down inside of Me
And what stood in the mirror on the other side of sanity
Glaring back at Me was all the faces

to believe the lloyd
Though tribulations she never once thought to leave the lloyd
I’m boutta recreate the scene and make a 3 peat “triple d”
Yes lloyd she

argue bout shit when I got pockets full of ben's
Forever they treat me like I wouldn’t be shit
Cuz I had the law on my ass
Kick down the door I’m a take

and rusty in his rhythm and rhyming
Shit is sticky by design
Swine flu-esque flow
Yo Kodiak, code name
Fucking kid next door
Canon in hand
Alone
Roaming

another bank out of town
We could hop in the 'Rari, go and get it down south
Stop by the plug, go and get some good loud
Looking at me funny 'cause I asked

Wild how you ducking me

I'm still plucking flowers, waiting on my chicken wings
I hope the door dash driver like to be paid in weed
That's a joke, don't

Last night
I had a dream about you
Every word rehearsed through
A scream no one ever hears
Three years have passed you
Dragged down
Just a burden