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of the fall
Made it to 21, happy I’m alive at all
Debuted my first album, best ten of my songs
Then that year, came COVID, kept us in our homes and
The evil

fans
Y'all do this shit for popularity
Blood, when I sell a fucking album, nigga
You know what goes towards? Gas money
My son my son's future
I see

have my zef swag and fly round the whole fokken world gettin' jetlag
Gettin' bitten by the zef bug is the best drug

If I played it safe, I woulda never

Excellence

Byron Bank

Current Situations

an album by myself without feature to spit
And still feature my shit, it's only me and my bitch
All eyes on me, that classic Tupac shit

Now can I get

You Don't Love Me

Grand Agent

By Design

2001

so now the courts is
forever laced in recollections of your face
You wasn't checkin for me, I was just a case
Summoned you from down south, mouth full

can tell they don't know
What they in it for
They know their whole steez is weak
But won't even admit it at all
Don't wanna play the game by the rules

Deep though 
I want it all in yo mouth 
Only place that goes down 
Is Down South 
Only thing that get crowned 
Is yo mouth 
Uh huh 
Girl I'm nasty 
Can't

4 months no job
5 years gone from a 4 year high school
3 weeks and the rent due
Soul cold like igloo
But who woulda thunk
At 23 I'd slump
Getting by

to spend
Shots fired, motherfucker got brave
Bought his ticket for an early grave
This is where the whole thing goes south
Quiet down (Shut your fucking

Motley as the crue goes 
810 
7-7 tall, Manute Bol 
Fuck it, Sheryl Crow 
Cuz all I wanna do is, have some fun 
Call Me Billy 
Have another one, kick it,

this message will reach the- North the West the East South 
Onwero onye nga akpo afa so y'all- no need to freak out 
Ogwugo ka oham na onu for now... udo

heaven's gate
I'm that young boy from south Jakarta
With the whole world on his shoulder
He moved to America where the weather is colder
He was all alone he

the morning  
Wake up every morning listening to them joke's 
I know for a fact we all on it 
Stuck in traffic shame up on it 
Shot out everybody grinding every

Place where two things meet is 

The junction
The junction 
The junction
The junction

See all the bodies walk by
Try hide the look in my eye
Well aware

A star up in the sky goes slowly passing by
The lights below...they spell out your name.
You're comfort on my mind and you're with me all the time.

by my side
Bu when shiii goes south man I know they ain't finna ride
So I keep my circle small wit the niggas tha have kept it right
When I see op

choose your identity
A man in hell, or a man in heaven
Nine-eleven was all caused by their bredren
Migraine and my pain goes deep
18, motherfuck claiming

Toni Kroos with the ball right
I'd rather have a long day than a long night
I have had too much of those
When shit hits the fan everything goes south

dinner
Pounds goes south but she feels a lot bigger
Ask for attention, but takes no opinion it stops her from living
And Alone is where she starts

the junction
The junction, the junction, the junction, the junction
The junction, the junction, the junction, the junction

See all the bodies walk by
Try hide

come in with empty pockets take yours, 
I’m that south side nigga from grove, 
Don’t follow no rules nigga everything goes, 
They say Jay Man U so cool I

to hit
Stew he a hot head the type to burn out
Dekole a killer I promise no doubt
All for the gang Ima up if it's south
we set when it's time
Word

boots
Till you’re all sunk
Drunk on wild god

Silk pajama dramas by the kitchen sink
You kill all conversation with your thumbs
Fiery lungs unbuttoned

to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery... Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be

Fooled by a peaceful
Un! He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom, trump