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with being taken for granted
They hate me for no reason I don't fucking understand it
But it's fine, fuck it I'll get through it
By my motherfucking self
looking out
On my side protecting (I love you)
20 years old
Feelin' so neglected
These self issues
Been fucked on and misused
So scared feelin' like I been
thoughts to my self but I'll vent to my heat
I don't do no talking you ain't using shit against me
Players only live once got the pussy when I was 13
I
Hood why you do 'em like that?
Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back
Couple weeks old, "Bugatti" done went gold
You ain't even know, I deserve
just be chilling then leave from the scene
I gotta throwback vibe like 93
How may years ago? like pass 13
I'm doing my best and they really don't see
since '13 been my illest year
I make these trap wannabes look like Build-a-Bears
Late nights watching interviews and old samples
Playing in my head
, not even at my peak
19 Was unique, been a beast since 18
17, Had the dream, killing with 16s
I spit mean, thought I would die by 15
Anxiety at 14,
to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music, but happy cause free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Got a knot in my pocket, weighing
sound in the crew
With Magic Wand, had it going on (Old school)
Bringing the freaks out at night
Rapper's Delight
Fly girls were giving hip hop a new
running away[02:37.48]She saw her audience[02:40.89]To my backyard she returned to her essence[02:48.35]Intrigued she explored[02:51.51]Her old self took
see it done by someone else
How could anybody with a fragment of self-worth expose themself so vulnerably?
Then again, that's coming from the boy who
To where she is today
When asked what she would
Tell her 17-year-old self
Cameron says: "I would tell my
Younger self to love
Herself being 17 was the worst
and squeeze
Critics expecting me to underachieve
I just deal with the hate I receive
By rolling back my sleeves
Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his
my betweens&my lowest of lows
I Miss the days when it was safe for her to hold me
Went to hell&back by the age of 13
Matter fact it sorta felt like I
they weren't on my mind
Soon I wet my lips instead of opening them
Guzzled by Seattle and Detroit and self-diagnosis
I rest easy with a two-month token
the cream of the planet Earth
Father of civilization, God of the universe
Manifesting thoughts with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, only
to take some time to get my mind back focused
What up old ways
Bet you never thought you'd be talking to me in this moment
Been a few days, years, some
find myself growing old
The sun goes down
And the night gets cold
Year by year growing old
I built this broken home
Brick by brick
I make myself sick
I'm
details help my decisions
Now something is wrong with that
Gay straight young old white brown black
Love for us all, love don't care about none of that
I reside above the bar
Ten years old in the choir as a boy
Who knew
Singing tenor I was tired ah my voice
Still kept the fire in my voice
Still got my
your cold soul
Only 'fraid of failure and losing my solo flow
God, I'm in the fucking zone
Jordan year will come and go
Kobe year but ain't no beef
Just
again
I don't learn my lessons, 24-year-old still stuck in adolescence
This thorn in my side has now turned to an obsession
Been somethin' I can't
smile
I wanna get that piece
Now I'm kinda scared
What I might do with it
How I move with it
I think my brain broke
You got tool fix it
Conversations with
just like a old school
Can you take it back just like a old school track
Want 100% of your twelve play
Confessions, you're gettin' in my way
Can
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