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Squad up by like 34, fuck we just running up the score
I done lost count had to move on, shower and stunt in my new robe
Heard ya new album and felt like,

virgins in so many ways

In another time
In a different place
We'd walk side by side
We'd talk face to face

We could count the stars
From the Tigris' sand

Class of 88 

My daddy loved me
But he barely hugged me
In the days of Kswiss & Bennton rugbies
Crack era was ugly
But still fresh as a muthafucka

me I don't got the patience 
Jealousy and hatred is a filthy Fucking combination 
I told my partners that we're Straight to the top
Isa sticking by my

When holding a cellphone
While black in your own home
Gives modern day klansmen
Hard-ons from hormones
We have a fucking problem
I said, we have

gon' lie 'bout that
'Nother day getting to business
I swear I'ma ride for that
Don't ask me for no favors
If you ain't gon' cop my album, real life
They

Alright, look
It must've started at a young age
Having visions of living this lifestyle, one day
Making wishes that the music business, not all cliche

Wasnt tripping I was kicking it with Wifey
She between a double-nickel and a dime piece
Harlem garden grew God all of them
Surprised by all this cuz now

And that's it
That's the end
If you didn't know we're in the end days
We in the end times
And when that's over
You have endured to the end

The end

and I'm feeling wicked with it
Smoking on a pen how I roll joints mix and stash for the album
On the TV waiting for the election and the outcome, damn
By

lyrical batch
Cover beats with a lyric patch
Albums on play like meat on a plate
Not gonna quit my profession no way
My art makes you bob yo head all day

I wake up every morning
At the bottom of a lake
For the living it's another day
For me it's more to hate
Tell the morgue that I'm late
But they

Lake Erie sitting pearing at the green water
Life still in hell, but oh well, save my son and daughters
Michael Jackson in my headphones
Albums in

of coming to LA
And doing shit, and a year later
Here I am, seventeen 
And the kid's in LA, doing shit

By the time you hear this
I'm eighteen now
My

the sport kit
Many girls for days they normally do the stalking
Got the fade okay and i perm the top okay yeah
Runaway Bride waiting in church to my dismay
I

friends got you in it but you feeling they thin
Still stuck up in whatever got me tripping, can’t focus well
When this album ready for purchase you know

when I'm suddenly getting inspired it's like when I'm printing a fax comin' in
And album mode is like syncing the data by thinking of raps mumblin'

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

been fun, memories last for centuries man
This is all that's begun
Music by the time of the midnight air
Other rappers better beware I swear
Say what you

know me to live lowkey (Loki)
Like Thor's brother
A castaway, they see my dreams as jokes so they all laugh away
Almost didn't last another day and that

long
Even tho it seem right I'm amazed by how it just seems wrong
The records that they selling ain't selling its time to move on
My grandfather was more

buying
My besties find you, girl you dying
In the time I made an album and a mixtape
You made one fucking song, was a mistake
None of your shit is good,

the only time I follow trends

Pull up to parties we turning it inside out
Walk in the form of the gods I'm immortal and watching these men die out
So many

I'm awake still got the migraine headaches
I wait for the day where we all can relate
Usually I wake up to the morning write on loose leaf
Follow me