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arts, the p's and q's
Had no A&R's, just Key and Ju, true
You know "KeepDaTool"
Yeah the "Clean Up Crew", make a dream come true 
Second son, set

guitar, and keys

Performed our first show, it was kind of an assblow
But, we got ourselves up there and gave our best go
Shoutout to my band: Owen D, Nat,

Welcome to my 
City full of broken
Dreams 
 
Where ball players 
Hooked on xans 
And Becky fiends

Trap boys ain't really 
Banging 
But they cliqued

shelf life is defined by a chorus or a dance 
But I still see the South of France 
Through my grays the computer could never be a shooter 
Stop bitching

play boy
They dont really want war Flipped him by the papi store The rush 
I get to kill some more Kicking down your dam door
Death before a nigga lose

jumped far
Over their side gate full speed like a stunt star
Hopped another fence, I ran by a fricken dog
Stopped for a second just to kick it in the jaw

her man showed her how to chop an onion
She moving it by the quarter, the money just wasn't coming
Graduated to powder, told her to move a key
Told her,

kill niggas with a death wish for they opponents (Ha)
When the last time you met a trill nigga? My dick long like the Spanish Key
In a black ride still

outta zip lock
Pulling strings wit no guitar
Floating looking at stars
Big dreams quick shemes
By any means
Mixed in we off scene
All black didn't speak

not wanna dub
Kick up her feet, ima ride through the freeway
Brighter days, gimme some leeway
Stay by my side, pass the keys bae
Speedin up, naija boy

running when I strategize / I short rappers in the future there's no CME / I bleed btc plus the key to see /

so when I found DAO I had to bring the label

It's your boy Young Thad
People be lying all the time
Somebody lied on me man, all the way from the fucking loop
Lies from the loop man
Will you

I know
You ain't got no bag, got no racks
Yeah, I know
I just met some dumb slutty bitches by the store
Hit 'em at the mall, drop 'em at the phone

a young black boy who got No dough
Living with my parent no Friends oh no
I ain't going to be watching p o No
I don't wanna attract g o no

By this time
Not

Lil niggas claim that they're talking the hardest
Wouldn't even get booked for the gigs by their fathers
Out here tryna live the life of an artist

That real love is scarce
Man rarely do they mean it
They hit you up when they need something
You really just convenience
Stored hate in they heart
Boy

find that key
But the kid stay dope like the "Black Eyed Peas"
And Fuck them niggas that wait and see
They my fuckin enemy
Cause The same niggas that

Looking out the window on a winter afternoon
A cloud filled sky rolls by above a garden's shady gloom
Alone at home while gazing from the quiet

muthafuckas
I'ma Transform
Watch me turn to Megatron
Shout out to the homie cuz he put me on the song I'm on
That boy Quentin stand out he stupendous but what's

wrong nigga
Better fix yo lens

I barely talk
Don't get involved
All black
Dat negro Saint Laurent
I told'm all
I'm goin off
Fuck all of y'all
That led me

If it takes a lifetime that's alright by me cause I'll go any distance to fill your shoes
And no matter what this life brings, I'll still remember you

Timing is everything, spend it like currency
Save what you can what you give you ain't getting back
Count up my paper stack, suit up like men in black

biscuits and a slew of gravy
I'm a Hoover baby no Hoosier statie
Home grown mommas baby boy
Behave on a date now
She tell me it's late she wanna lay down
I

like Cruella's hair, always black & white
I've been low-key for a real long time 
my words affect ya head nigga, it's a wrong time