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Who would’ve thought Rapping bout Jesus would bring me this Far
I been foreseen it, the first Album, You know I’m a Star
The Holy Spirit working,

It’s a bad god, It’s a bad year
Kick me, why not, you are so near
Fuck me again, you are still needy
I love more pain, kill me already


I can

page
Tiny scrapbooks of our hearts
Inserting memory by memory (those were the days...)
Albums thicken each page
Pictures fade as they age
But I still

the heart Grab a glass n pour me
I had to leave you snakes Behind that's why I shed the Old me 

Quit hatin homes no excuses What you waiting on
My Songs

flipped through the albums and bled in her heart
You only take pictures of love
By rights, she should hate him for all that he'd done
But it's not what

creativity 
What happened to metaphors and meaningful rhymes?   
"Yeah I feel ya, I think I know somebody who'll impress ya though
He goes by the name of CB

Make a couple albums, leave the island behind
But I still felt blind

I forgot I was behind, I forgot about my mind
I forgot about the times I thought

Fuck a label, you can't label, what is branded a rainbow
I am focused, tryna get this bag you fascinated by fake hoes
I'm my own boss, still a work in

that all about
Why you always gotta say something is it to fill the empty heart or are you just bluffing
I'm simply someone who wants to spread a message

searches and jobs hard to find
good girls taken every time boys hammer with crime
still renew your mind fell in love many times
try to guard your heart its

deep until the abyss we arrive
And way below zero degrees i hope that you'll still be my fire
When my heart starts to freeze
As long as you're by my side

dealing with temptation
But I keep it in a stash for the sake of my mother's wallet
She'd get a heart attack if she felt I was left on the margin
So I chose

There ain't nobody iller than me
I had enough heart to say I want to be an mc
In my eyes there ain't nobody doper
Then the kid who wrote his story in

sumthin
Put on Maxwell and by the Gods I'll have you busting like diamonds lost in abyss
If i shoot it I don't miss
And if it did I didn't shoot it uh huh

My last album was like the birth of a newborn
Breaking bread when they lettuce still on the top like some croutons
Enemies start to look the same

can't stop me, by the way
Suicidal if you walk in my aim
Cue the title cards, I think that James
Cameron needs a camera on my reign
An 30 hour album can't

Niggas in the city were it's beef
Drop a album for the whole youth niggas know it's real
Member going to the food stamps office with my pops that

about
I'm making song after song, just to splurge my fucking heart out
And put it in an album, to go back and listen, to laugh about
I'm tired of all

and ecstasy
Offered me a lift, I said fuck it man, why not
If you tryna burn one, we can head to my spot
Couple hours later, highly faded
Sippin on Dutch cause

I don't really care enough
Already checked my score for the PSAT, and I must say I'm pretty pleased to receive
An 1190
That girl walked by me
She

Operator
Ayy
Shop play dine my funties
All alone or my friends wit' me
Perfect birthday by accident
Album cover that's the reference
Let's get this

was a lovely hoe
I have no feelings no more no more
You play with my heart
You pick my brain apart
Its giving me anxiety all day day
Please get out my

wishing that I won't make it
Well y'all just keep wishing
Chasing dreams gotta get the money that's by any means
Cream love it when she cream even when she

the charts
might go for a drive Sean Boswell in the heart
i feel more alive while i'm popping indicarts
i got show back home one in LA
bouta blow niggas know