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And now I’m the volunteer
I’ll make music my career
It might take blood sweet with tears
But now you’re cherry-picking
Slipping up on television
Call for

Devil's six
Devil's six

Met the grim reaper while I floated down to hell
Felt the fire burn inside my chest, inside my head
Waited for my soul

I was made for this I swear it
My veins are filled with all this musical talent
Or maybe I'm just infected by desire
To step on the ladder climb

I've been crowded by all these fakes
And the shitty advice
And Plus I hear they still compare me
But we nothing alike
Shit I'm the new version right?

surfing
On top of these urgent
Splurges of waves and sea
A couple ms for my bank to see
Mark what do you for money
Disrespected by the blatancy
May not

Trust we just getting started
All-conquering heads
And even if you try, you can never make us
Fall flat on our face, ain't nobody break us
This album

now it wasn't hard
So I looked her in the eye, shook my head to signal yes
Her grin, it grew up so much bigger than I'd ever guess
Words were spoken by

her back cause she hella busy
Taking bottles to the head
Weed got her feeling dizzy
And she know that it’s on when we touch down
Pussy so wet
When we

by the smoke
Uh uh
My memories
I'll never stop
Really really making these
Its just something I love
Uh
Two feet down
From the stress, you cant knock
If

of the outside
'Coz he was all alone and an open target to the inside
Stepping out is the hardest one he ever took
'Coz there was blood, dignity, a whole mind he

was propositioned by my opposition
To dial it back they don't like competition
As if I took away they pot to piss in
Like they albums I forgot to listen

I ain’t jealous
I ain’t selfish
Taking one for the team
She in love with a skater boy
No Avril Lavigne

And I’m stuck in my head
While we laying in

taxes
So don't be mad when they come to you and they be asking
Who's that guy oh that's right
TCV on supply
Making bread like it's rye
In her head like

Mac's trash can
Old warriors don't get old by accident so check the damages
Dry blood on the bandages
And you can use it as a scarf to travel the planet

Had to blow the dust and grab my album off the shelf
I'm a creator, you a waster
I don't never trust a hater
Break another 8th I'm tryna light it

and sign checks
I swear to god am surrounded by people that are blessed
Who use to have the same issues me but we never confessed
Look, the high school days

feeling the breeze
I'm dotting my i's and I'm crossing my t's
Blood rushing through your body from you head to your feet
I just got put on trial because I

parents
Not them parents but my fucking real parents
Not by blood but they made me
You've really done the best
You've really fucking saved me
From slipping

when my blood runs thin
Look what it did to you
I just keep my head up
I'm fed up with all this ridicule, yeah

Yeah
It was December back in 2018
Holy Spirit, you flow through me, you're my friend
It was December back in 2018
I was working on the album steady

anymore
I swear when this album drop they gon' hate me some more
You gonna see red everywhere
Like a steak when it's raw
Fuck around and call me M.A

Intro: Instrumental (8 Bar’s)...

Verse 1: Alucard (Rapped 16 Bar’s):
I been in a strong winter sleep frozen by snow,
The icy flow so cold you’ll get

me
I'm so fucking good I'm fine and dandy going off on tangents
All the shit up in my head is all some shit you couldn't manage
Management told me that

songs
You said name them
Gun to the back of my head
Can't Love
Honestly I'm just being tired of being called a hoe
Can't be a hoe if I don't, if I don't