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Tell me he was a really big fan
God damn, what is my life, fam? Hah
He started rapping my shit
I started clapping his shit legacy records
You know I'm

life
And this mystery love
I'm a kid when it comes to
Growing up in this slum
By the way, you are borin'
If you living life, ignorin'
What it is you

I'm recordin' that shit on
The fuckin' little mic
By the little camera thing on
The fuckin' Mac book
So this shit is choppy and bad quality
But fuck

erase me
If I be their talent I know
Dem go surely waste me
I dey try avoid them still dem dey chase me
Men am coming long way
I can’t afford to loose now

bitch
Now your an MC, angle switch
Boom, blow out your candles quick
Emotional wreck, can't handle shit
Put an L by your name like Samuel prick
Make man

Fathers set out to do we the people
In order to form a more perfect union
Establish justice
Insure domestic tranquility
Provide for the common defense

Like

subconscious part of my sight
I be fighting my demons and darkness she shows up from out of the corner as bright as the light
I be falling so much I be trying

to better places
By the way I'm talking you
Can tell that I'm infatuated
Sexy lady, you the one
Let's make it happen baby
Spill out your soul
Please don't

procrastinating
I got a show in Paris coming up
Followed by London, I'ma tear it up
So many people just don’t care enough
Analyzing faces in the crowd staring up

felt in charge
Blindsided by the change of the cards
Shit is hard 
I had to find me a way 
Hot water running low
Man this life ain't a game
I wish I

You Rappers short-coming
You shorter than Napoleon 
Got no use of a pen unless it’s got the oil in
While coiling some chords the crowd poppin like

resist
Every time I try to hide
She drags me down right by her side

I had it coming yet I keep sucking her dry
Until she begs me to stop
She made me king,

to scrape it getting by like I should
The sun is shining like a southern hood
Mama's feeling better, knock on wood
I know it's gonna turn out like it should

the lyrical super friends, again
Hey, if I'm a trash rapper, blow up, I'm a loser

I'm here with the homie, we lyrically super
Keep coming at us and you see I'm

the Sagittarius A, prrr!

Little by little
I'm building my building 
I'm building my skill list, I'm building my feelings
I'm building my kill list
I'm billing

make it
Up out the trap

Big shout to my pops
I ain't tryna think about it
I've been sippin' liquor on the rocks
My mama had a run in with the cops
When

cost when I'm talking
My diamonds big like a Forrest rock
Talking but I made it out my block
I want the smoke ain't talking no pop
I get Chinese with

She's beautiful

It's clear
I've thought things that have sealed my fate
To think in the first place is folly
By the time it's been done, it's too late

you cry
Hours went by turned to days
And then days turned to months
I ain't take back what I gave you
Woulda gave you what you want
Took my heart left

naked
Say she want a big dick but she can't take it
To y'all she pop her shit
But to me she basic
I'm talking real humble
I'm talking real modest
I'm by

cold in
If I learnt one thing coming out of primary school it’s that some of my time could be golden
Green and pills that my bruddas them holding
Made in

stripped
Over my big sis, I done let it drip
You bitches posting with them guns but, y'all don't ever pop shit
How you a shooter bitch, but you ain't

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feel it with your touch I don't believe in words of love
Kuz everything anyone has ever said and done don't even out
The balance beam is heavier