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  1. Andrew Thomas says:

    Yeah I'm writing lyrics to fix my problems ,ino if I overdose it will be a verse .
    Spilling the ink all over the paper
    I got some blood on my hands now

    Im Using my finger tip
    I'm painting the picture
    Call me de Vinci
    The Moan Lisa's isnt moaning at me now
    There waving there hands cheering me on
    They look like floating butterflys
    All I see is colours now
    With the flash they Might just blind you
    . Pleass Dont mistake me
    I wasnt this way always
    I had to take my feelings and throw them
    on paper and slam and dunk like micheal jordan

  2. Andrew Thomas says:

    Yeah I'm writing lyrics to fix my problems ,ino if I overdose it will be a verse .
    Spilling the ink all over the paper
    I got some blood on my hand now
    Using the finger tip
    I'm painting the picture
    Call me de Vinci
    Moan Lisa's isnt moaning me now
    There waving there hands cheering me on
    They look like floating butterflys
    All I see is colours now
    With there flash. Might just blind ya
    Pleass Dont mistake it
    I wasnt this way always
    I had to take my feelings and throw them
    on paper, slam and dunk like micheal jordan

  3. Dambaru says:

    Niggas been counting me out
    I'm counting my bullets
    I'm loading my clips
    I'm writing down names
    I'm making a list
    I'm checking it twice and I'm getting 'em hit
    The real ones been dying
    The fake ones is lit
    The game is off balance
    I'm back on my shit
    The Bentley is dirty
    My sneakers is dirty
    But that's how I like it
    You all on my dick

    I'm all in my bag
    This hard as it get
    I do not snort powder
    I might take a sip
    I might hit the blunt
    But I'm liable to trip
    I ain't popping no pill
    But you do as you wish
    I roll with some fiends
    I love 'em to death
    I got a few mil'
    But not all of them rich
    What good is the bread if my niggas is broke?
    What good is first class if my niggas can't sit?
    That's my next mission
    That's why I can't quit
    Just like LeBron
    Get my niggas more chips
    Just put the Rollie right back on my wrist
    This watch came from Drizzy
    He gave me a gift
    Back when the rap game was praying I'd diss
    They act like two legends cannot coexist
    But I'd never beef with a nigga for nothing
    If I smoke a rapper
    It's gon' be legit
    It won't be for clout
    It won't be for fame
    It won't be 'cause my shit ain't selling the same
    It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
    It won't be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane
    Everything grows
    It's destined to change
    I love you lil' niggas
    I'm glad that you came
    I hope that you scrape every dollar you can
    I hope you know money won't erase the pain
    To the OG's
    I'm thanking you now
    Was watching you when you was paving the ground
    I copied your cadence
    I mirrored your style
    I studied the greats
    I'm the greatest right now
    Fuck if you feel me
    You ain't got a choice
    Now I ain't do no promo
    Still made all that noise
    This shit gon' be different
    I set my intentions
    I promise to slap all that hate out your voice

    Niggas been counting me out
    I'm counting my bullets
    I'm loading my clips
    I'm writing down names
    I'm making a list
    I'm checking it twice and I'm getting 'em hit
    The real ones been dying
    The fake ones is lit
    The game is off balance
    I'm back on my shit
    The Bentley is dirty
    My sneakers is dirty
    But that's how I like it
    You all on my dick

    I just poured something in my cup
    I've been wanting something I can feel
    Promise I am never lettin' up
    Money in your palm don't make you real
    Foot is on they neck
    I got 'em stuck
    I'ma give 'em something they can feel
    If it ain't 'bout the squad
    Don't give a fuck
    Pistol in your hand don't make you real

    I'm dead in the middle of two generations
    I'm little bro and big bro all at once
    Just left the lab with young 21 Savage
    I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for lunch
    Had a long talk with the young nigga Kodak
    Reminded me of young niggas from 'Ville
    Straight out the projects
    No faking, just honest
    I wish that he had more guidance, for real
    Too many niggas in cycle of jail
    Spending they birthdays inside of a cell
    We coming from a long bloodline of trauma
    We raised by our mamas
    Lord we gotta heal
    We hurting our sisters
    The babies as well
    We killing our brothers
    They poisoned the well
    Distorted self image
    We set up to fail
    I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail, nigga

    I just poured something in my cup
    I've been wanting something I can feel
    Promise I am never lettin' up
    Money in your palm don't make you real
    Foot is on they neck
    I got 'em stuck
    I'ma give 'em something they can feel
    If it ain't 'bout the squad
    Don't give a fuck
    Pistol in your hand don't make you real

  4. Rozzy Chris says:

    Niggas been counting me out
    I'm counting my bullets
    I'm loading my clips
    I'm writing down names
    I'm making a list
    I'm checking it twice and I'm getting 'em hit
    The real ones been dying
    The fake ones is lit
    The game is off balance
    I'm back on my shit
    The Bentley is dirty
    My sneakers is dirty
    But that's how I like it
    You all on my dick

    I'm all in my bag
    This hard as it get
    I do not snort powder 
    I might take a sip
    I might hit the blunt
    But I'm liable to trip
    I ain't popping no pill
    But you do as you wish
    I roll with some fiends
    I love 'em to death
    I got a few mil' 
    But not all of them rich
    What good is the bread if my niggas is broke?
    What good is first class if my niggas can't sit?
    That's my next mission
    That's why I can't quit
    Just like LeBron

  5. RAMSRAL TheUnknown says:

    Intro

    Still tripping off x
    Still tripping off everything burrowed into my head
    Can’t see nothing clear at all maybe I’m dead
    Maybe it’s fair maybe I am
    Not the best person that I clam I am
    I may say I am cool I may say I am fine
    But not entirely saying what’s right
    Guess I living the basic of life
    I see love ones die I don’t even cry
    See through people’s disguise
    Maybe I’m sick in the head or maybe I see through a third eye
    I can not speak or can not reply on my own opinions of mine
    Try to blind in try to just hind so when you say hi I’m telling you bye
    I see no point in drugs just to get high that ain’t something I like
    No offense we don’t do it to prosper maybe it’s just distracting the mind
    To take it at ease to lessen the pain to hinder the victims at blame
    Literally try to substitute with alcohol but that shit doing the same
    Am I stable am I able to find the vision of mine
    Pass and the present telling the time if i don’t cutback I’m staying behind
    That ain’t something I’m looking to unwind
    Had to press pause keep it at stall and really think to rewind
    Maybe I’m doubting to find more motive to climb
    The fear to fall is the distance decision of mine
    When I come down will I blow up something to keep me out of the cuffs
    Say I will Change trying to gain but guess you be calling my bluff
    I am not right I am not wrong no bad or good but both in my lungs
    I can change for my own good and I didn’t even live in the hood
    All of the mentality that had grown on me through life I understood
    Now I’m nineteen trying to face reality but fantasies clearly stood
    Gotta dream live and out goal and not be left in a hood

  6. joshua buchanan says:

    This aint a game picture the frame it lit flames i needed change sick of shit that did im ashame im feel to run let my spirit escape elavate and movivate mistake werw made these people whille we been holding pain like emotoinal strain not of us safe keep the good one close pick up the im ticking the box smoke alot billing up hayes seshing for day sick of us living this way switch in the lanes shorter t

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