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in the bedroom recording 
Mixed it up by myself. 
Uh

I'm a healthy man  with a healthy plan 
Only got like 100 real fans but I love my fans 
Yo that's

as the sky unfold 
'Cause she only fell in love with a lie I told
And I'm lookin' at the map this is the problem
Told you if I tell you I'ma get 'em I got

"Motherly Love” 
Lima Ft. Niza X

Prelude (By Hanifah George)
She’s the behind the scenes worker, underpaid in thank yous, 
Winning in spaces she’s

the mix of it they say all live matter
Only because devalued black lives are the factor
The system isn't broken this is all by design
One group is labeled

taking my keys
In Turks hanging by the sea's
Baby yo life with me is sweet, sweet, sweet
I can't do regular I'm outstanding
Me vs me
Imma always figure out

raised in a lower middle class family with only one
brother Michael whom I love dearly.
He was five years my senior.
My father's nickname was Red which I

of on that coupe, I look like George Jetson Space Ghost
Fentanyl, got a gas mask when I make dope
I done seen a lot of OG's at this table havin' you taste

separate and not equal
We don't need a sequel of four more years
America is crying we don't
Need no more tears
We need real ideas about the future
Not

mans drug is what the homies was all rockin that night
They popped a couple brews that part was skipped by myself
But like this white we had had came

Yeah, yeah
Yeah I'ma pour my heart out on this one
Yeah I'ma speak my mind
And I know, I can't mix that fly shit with this cry shit
But I'ma give

not all of us born to win (Nope)
Judge me by my color and the clothes I wear
(Fuck) they say "Love is love, " nigga
Not around here you niggas on percs

close)
Uh
Man, oh man
This one's called "Real Energy"
I ain't even rapping on this one, I just wanna
Spread my love to everybody
Who's always showing real

Oh God of the armies of Heaven 
Blessed are those who trust in you, trust in you. 

First Verse: 

True is to it 
But I did not do it by myself, ya

I’m not OJ Simpson
But I’ll 
Make the beat 
My bitch & kill it 
Human is my race 
And love is my religion 
Martin had a dream 
And real1 gotta vision

That "fuck it" mentality, bro
That last take, I'mma walk right the fuck out of the studio after I'm done with this shit
Except I'm in George's

a wizard, but this is not Oz
Cold but hot, I can turn the summer to fall
I'm sicker than y'all
Don't talk to me unless you talkin' 'bout paper
I'm buyin'

Ain't Worried Bout It cause my mane lie
On Two A pack too fly
Selling in the street no B by
Why they call it white president
Niggas all I see is this

perfect
I just try my best not like the rest, I came to flex
My main object let's get a check
I claim my set, I gained respect
I'm fuckin' lit, word to this

Feeling like this year the one
My man can second that
My penmanship is crazy baby this ain't chicken scratch
They used to call me chicken George in my

unimpressed by my Ferrari
(Vroom) her attitude'll sting
I mean this bitch is Waspy (Haha)

Takin' it back to the days I
Was emailin' blogs my own music, man

it. Why should we? And this is not socialism.

The judges today are prime minister, president, prime minister, president comrade Vladimir Putin.

and what they rap about is real
Fake like a Hermes belt with a lowercase h
I don't know why the supply for wack rappers are high
The demand is low, gettin'

Colder than the streets life ain’t sweet this ain’t canderel
I’m way too real for all that fake shit
Send your ass to heaven that’s a face lift
Tried

dealin' with the deal
Fuckin' with the motherfukers
Homie this is real michael Mann, camera pan
Glimpse into the life that I live
It's just rap but it's