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Ohh My
Stacking P's to more than get by
Fuck scraping the bottom, I'm tryna get right
Get your own ima get mine
And greatness is a process you know it

breakfast plate
Mix it with some eggs
Season it with your amazing grace
Now that's what I call an all-star
Breakfast for champions batter up home run
Hit it

the tunnel
See the light I hustle
SEE THE FANS
FROM THE HUDDLE
YOUNG MAN Man
Rumble
Battled all my life to grow
This is just a poets notes
Rose through the way

classes
And claim I was sick in the hopes I would surely make classics
Too many questions in life
In my quest for the ice and the hype I ain't really find

talking about it as such 
It ain't much 
Making myself more comfortable through touch 
And there is this old saying about luck 
You make your own luck 
Star

Enough of that shit yea I'm on my rap shit
Spittin classics everyday I like to practice
Cuz this is magic however you wanna tag it
There was casket I

(Yeah)
One thing you niggas could never count
Is how many classics I got under my belt
Hahaha (one time)
Try me
(Bitch, you know Antt did

corner rats, it got em falling back
A lotta tracks to mix, I fix dishes quick but not with Bisquick
Tell chicks they like it 'this thick'
I measure up

things you can't 
Back to dubs, done with these subs you know my pain  
Could've been me on a shirt, 'stead I got this stain 
Life could've been sugar, yet

Turn off your television 

Cloaked in the shadows of life and death battle for gold 
Flaming arrows ignite the flesh havoc unfolds
Reigning hero’s

the thistle, marked by design
There's no love within you
When your partisan's divine
That's why my motherfuckin' pencil is
Sharper than your mind they say God is

for you really been Massive
You just above my level
A complete different status
This song right here just might Be a classic
All I know is
I want you
I

Respect, Pt. 3

Sole

Selling Live Water

for a life like this
Your God is booing you offstage
And your heroes don't respect you

It's all in vain and can't be bought:
Hung from the ceiling

“Illusion” by Bakes

Chorus:

It's an illusion, illusion
The life they're trying to sell you
It's an illusion, illusion
cll the lies they're trying

the blame
You hate me but love me 
How is this sane, 
To heaven or hell 
What is your game 
You want me to die,
Or live with the pain 
The angle through slim

up we next up
Building blocks round the clock
Cause this life shit a game and we playing it Tetris
All you sittin ducks betta come to your senses
You

bring your mother's,
Reach for the children with heroic magic
Show them this life is wondrous not tragic
And this world it's damn fine too
And we're gonna

apex is high towers not lower than continent Asia (but yea)
Living this bitches not to die on our culture like Anesthesia
Living your shit sold

And u scratched on the 8 ball 
Cuz I'm guessing it was time you finally missed your cue

Life is a never ending struggle that will constantly test us

a counter while I hiss
This snake is heaven bound I guess
Speaking in tongues not demonish
Man I gotta stop thinking ludicrous
I know y'all thinking, "who is

Everything I write is a classic line
Labor of love, or is this but a flat to fry
Plastic vibes on a conveyor belt
Sent to a mass supply
Every song I hear

in your way to heaven
Chains are coming off
Top is never lonely at the cross
I do this for God
God of Israel, the Father of my Savior
You don't have

for a life like this
Your God is booing you offstage
And your heroes don't respect you

It's all in vain and can't be bought:
Hung from the ceiling

a ghost that's bright
Found my Cinderella and the clock tick tick
Fairy mother don't mind
Life is moving real slow
It doesn't last for too long
I think that