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Forgot what is sleep I've been on the grind
Grinding all day in order to stay
I open my eyes in one god we pray
I look at the sky, the sky is all grey
We

and you already know
I get the party started wherever I go
I'm not a water sister, that was album one
Now we're bouncing around and the fun has just begun

what else
I got some brothers from other mothers, (stacks) wanting to increase my wealth (built)
I'll make it out flying high (high) above grey lil

on the music got to say
I'm not looking for clout, I'm not looking for fame
In 5 years we'll see who keeps on killing the base
By that certain of time I might be

enough so
Gimme the money and then the top spot
Make me the biggest hot shot
Ha nah
If I needed your opinions
I wouldn't be here writing a fuckin album
Its

The morbid and uplifting
Separated by a thin line that moves according to your focus and intentions
It ain't all black and white
Matter fact life's mostly grey

yourself
Ready for a new album, keep asking bitch
Cold world keeps me grasping to live
Blood in my veins is all I can give
Eyes to the sky, 3 wisest is here

if she want a new purse
Keep a small crew or the shit gon burst

This is vocal violation
Total penetration
Focal point distorted by rose glasses

I feel it in the air, sound like a beanie song
All these albums on my wall, don't really turn em on
I'm busy tryna write my Magna Carta
By studying

really know, it's barely begun
Let's see where it go
I'm out for blood
I drink that shit by the mug
I been in a real bad place
I can't stand still or wait

to understand:
I wrote this album with my dad
Said he didn't matter if he was after Texas Red
But this beat boutta put a heavy bounty on my head
By next Wednesday

of thorns
Where's the black rose
Noir should've rose
Something here is wrong
Matter turns grey
Renaissance is long
Not built in a day
After all of this
Noir

playing that album from Jodeci, now
This letter to you is a page from a diary of a mad man
My mind been full of madness
I was like nine in Smyrna, Georgia

(I go, I go)
I go by names, so bold from the start
(Legendary)
I do not follow the herd
I would say no to the Ark
(No sir)
It's a lot, being in touch

That I would never leave
Point of this story
Emotionally, I caught myself
But who was there for me
Yes
Surrounded by a family tree
I was loved and raised

I'm waking up
Into the shock
My mother says
John Lennon's been shot
I step outside
Into the grey
Life carries on
A different way

People stand in

on that Ragu
Shorty finesse'n when she step-thru
Purse got that Malibu
Anderson paak album and she got a bottle of grey goose
She told me I'ma be late boo

spilling over the sides

The hunger of my poems on a plate
My healing notions in a wooden cup
I'm dehydrating, and death is carrying
His photo albums

I disconnected the phones
The fourth album turned into a horror show
Embarrassing yes I know
Might live stream your demise
cpologize to your wives
You

on these truffles 
You gave yourself away 
By looking down and to the left
Can't be mixin up these pits 
With emotional support pets
I don't fuck with who

forks knives

Made em wait for my next album
Please don't press me
I've been writing down my bars
They think I'm texting
I got bored rapping
Onto the next

chance passes me by
Ok how much do you know now?
I guess I gotta trust things take time
They say they love the album but I know that I could top it

the compliments
I'm used to redirection
Well shit then maybe I'm too nice
By the time I'm thirty
I'll be working in full time
Grey inside my beard
But you know that

feel
I gotta learn ta take it easy man
Lookin all scruffy I gotta a couple greys showin
These lil boys out here playin wit it man
Can't never question my