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Real lies
Open your real eyes
And then you will realize
Something don't feel right

I fought for a second round
See me on the field trying out
40 yard
death when Sisyphus is ingrained
Learn to philosophize and you'll just go insane
Realizing why the rest of the populations the same

With the seven second
to talk to my father, he responding with that smoke exhale
Thank you to my lord, he got me out that place so I prevail
Yeah, yeah, they say they by your
were so nice the second night half past seven.
you smell like a room that i've never been to whole of my life.
i got to know about your ex lovers,
they
my dreams and find me on a Cameo
I drop a 7 minute song and my imagination grows
I was such a hot boy now my rhymes real cold
You can read me like
yeah (Deep yeah)
Digging deep
Please won't you bear with me
This is my speech yeah

Second verse a little sentimental
Early stages in the ghetto
And then
picked up at Ross
Gingivitis drip I ain't tryna floss
Just give me the plaques
And a tour bus made by maybach
Homie said I need energy
But I'm laid back
In
tussle let’s discuss it i got
Too much
Time bitch step into my mind
I be Devine i be the seven
You the nine
I got a hunger and it never ends
I’m never
in the dead of night- no
One second -Blackhood seen in
Nope- Blackhood- screams of
Agony accompanied by sounds of flesh tearing
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
daytime
In the back of my mind, it wasn't fine
Petrified by this design, need realign
I put my cards on table and roll sevens every time
Don't you have some
A-Rod blues Bell Music by the way
LaGuardia High School representing
New York U, Clive Davis 2-0-2-0
We ain't nothing new bro straight up, check
On a hilltop in the garden waving at the clocks of fate

Gone in forty-seven seconds
You'd be sixty-one by now
Carried you in burning casket
Rained all day
you, to me

Watch the second sun set
Seven days of unrest
I'm thinking some synaptic secret spoke
Hidden in the subtext
Infinite regress
It's elephants
a voice at my side
'I think you've taken one of my books'
Passers by gave me dirty looks
'Not me mister' I bravely lied

We stopped by the window
of them old cock mags I bought down fcukin town centre

I works hard all day selling the draw
Drinking the beer and being chased by the law
I gets in from
lost their jobs and their homes
We are seven billion people
Still I feel totally alone
Nothing ever happened when I was younger
Nothing ever happened
I’m
of the street
Here's an award, fry the umpire
Live by the sword
You'll probably die by gunfire


My rap is like katanas
Severing heads in a splatter
On beats
Lately it feels like everywhere I go the people are second guessing me
I feel like I could do it better if they'd let me be
But nobody wanna give me
send your postcode there's shit to address 
We weren't on talking terms 
7 figures when we're talking terms my niggaz mind my business so we're all
vibes around me all seven days
I got bad bitches on my resume
I hit the booth and try to go ahead of Jay, ahead of Ye
Ahead of Gandhi, ahead of myself
to leave
You can stay
You can start by having a chat and then a glass of brandy
Then I will start playing mind games
I know about girls when I play mind
Invested in this child 
Spoiled and stained by proud divinity 
Gaining at best the perspective and wisdom 
Of not even a fleeting century 

We have now
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year

Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50

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