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safteypin w/ 0ddmami
03:08
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Safety pin
I need to take better care of myself
I needa take more, better care of my health
I need to take way way way way more for myself
Safety pin
My only problem bein pissed off
That been better than being limp soft
Limped off the field
Fulfilling fathers religion
Iont need to be lil Jon to let shots off
Get low, Andale go pro
Prophecy no Bo
They be throttling
Still i cross paths off a bottle been
So bogged down
So far down
So far now, safe n sound
Safety pin
My only problem been plotting a lot
Only problem been my issues
Original rot
My only problem been a lot
Safety pin
My only problem been fuckin shit up
I ain’t need to pay fees to profits
Terrafirma but waves me too
Sea lawless
Intlwaters, flawless
Been ballin on projects, turned tropics
New optics, same old object
Abject optimism, universal “STOP IT”
Gate keep studios or fill em full of prophets
We could write a book of bars
Smoking cross the boulevards
Carrying our crosses
Gate keep studios or fill em full of prophets
Carrying our crosses
... how tf could u cross us
My only problem been plotting a lot
Only problem been my issues
Original rot
My only problem been a lot
Safety pin
Far flung but we stars son
Always swore we’d stay the path
& it’s ours yung
Our young givin back learn better
Than the stars young
I be way up where the stars hung
Took a different path but the stars love
Constellations bear greatness
Minor major play placements
Be up on the road
Reup reup rations
Patience, stretch it til we made shit flagrant
Den I spread it out to the patients
My only problem been plotting a lot
Only problem been my issues
Original rot
My only problem been a lot
Safety pin
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2. |
hills
03:09
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Of all the hills that you could die on, this the one
I mean... I guess so
Of all the hills that you could die on, this the one
Naw... that- that don't sit right with me
Look
Seem like every hill I climbed you was the front
Never down bad
My trajectory been brown bagged
That's why I sound how I sound, why I founded
Breathe deep, so astoundin
Buddy said sleep, only clownin
Mama told me, I was drownin
So I did, didn't sink, I could swim
Didn't think, I just did
I think I told em this the end and it is
But the end ain't the end, it's again!
you know?
Of all the hills that you could die on, this the one
I guess
Of all the hills that you could die on, this the one
Man, man shut the fuck up
Look
It seem like every time you lie, I get some funds
That's weird
I don't believe in karma workin round here
Not on a scale that's fair
It's whole cycles, whole lives is what we tryna repair
No nicety spared
I'm so nice, Anne Rice tryna write my career
Love and monsters you fear
And since I don't give a fuck, well
I'm probably where
They be swervin, I be swervin and we both in a chair
No thoughts in my head
No droplets of air...
I be boxed in, they be watchin
It's a lot not to care
Of all the hills that you could die on, this the one
You stupid muthafucka
Of all the hills that you could die on, this the one
Man, imma fuckin kill you
Of all the hills that I be on this one the best
No sense in rest, it upsets
What I just said in jest, yes, who want next
Ingest the flex, I'm on 10
Told em only shoot em in the head now
Its cause they be bitin
Red in the face, they wasted
So close i could taste it
Rose grow from the pavement
Patience please, don't shake it
Unless its ass that you shakin
Of all the hills that I could die on its a blunt
Of all the hills that i could die on its a drunk
Of all the hills that you could die on, this the one
Shit, of all the hills that you could die on this the one
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3. |
lefthand w/ Zaire W1se
02:00
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5. |
who shot ya? w/ vesta
03:34
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6. |
fleaflicker
01:15
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Flea flicker
Blown back then grew bigger
Big picture, depictions a great mirror
Deep fiction, high drama
The art mixture
Strip paint & bleed
Pain plain to see
Flea flicker
Blown back then grew bigger
Big picture, depictions a great mirror
Deep fiction, high drama
The art mixture
Strip paint & bleed
Pain plain to me
Flea flicker
Blown back then grew bigger
Big picture, depictions a great mirror
Deep fiction, high drama
The art mixture
Strip paint & bleed
Pain plant a seed
Flea flicker
Blown back then grew bigger
Big picture, depictions a great mirror
Deep fiction, high drama
The art mixture
Strip paint n bleed & bleed
I hope it leave
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7. |
when i die
02:56
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Kick shit til my feet’s broke
Free smoke but the feats woke
Things I did been bigger than beast mode
Well, not bigger than beast mode
My c4 phase OD let the streets know
I be dottin my eyes, crossin my heart
Nothing’s the same, where do we start
Head was in clouds, loudly embark
On a head start to doom danger n dope art
Died before I got rich, do it again
They pulled out my cartridge & blew in it
nostalgia incongruent to the movement
Oh you used to swim?
My wave raise higher than plays on a Bey verse
Old days play Jay
My doubts bigger than chains were, reasonable
Way I seen myself was inconceivable
How the fuck I’m born to die
When babies only floating for a dollar
It ain’t feasible
Writ my rights per season
I ain’t leaving
Only reason for
When I die, when I die
Story change when they need it too
When I fly, when I fly,
And my verses get deleted too
When I die, when I die
Story change when they need it too
When I fly, when I fly,
And my verses get deleted too
Owned my masters from birth
Birthin these flows
Sminy minie mine-y moe
Way I’m choosey, never losing
Only flipping opportunity
The game is never chose
I mean this is all for the streets
Hard in the paint, flockin? Get ate
Yo problem you be copying the greats
And it shows
Pay homage, say sorry
Only live where it grows
Speak plants
i be talking wit my team growing
Stay potent
On sum state to state motions
International players playin places
Prayin for greatness in a great ocean
Great white? Mac Miller maybe
Play it closer
We swimming in circles
Prolly paying points forward
For flowers I couldn’t hold
Shit
When I die, when I die
Story change when they need it too
When I fly, when I fly,
And my verses get deleted too
When I die, when I die
Story change when they need it too
When I fly, when I fly,
And my verses get deleted too
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8. |
golden ticket
03:19
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Shawty told me get my bread up
So I figured I should rap more
Actual fact talent adapt for
Whatever the stacks on
Gotta prove to myself
That I could get back on
Lose lil else from myself but my passion
Feel selfish sometimes
it’s dreams that tracking
would never ask for much
More than lettin me smack
You remind me of trappin
I remind you of passive
It’s funny how perspective
Always limit what happen
I told you my perspectives
Me and you feel fantastic
& flexing sporadically
The way I let it go so automatically
Stressing on your sensibilities
I see the gravity
see you push and pull
Is what I bring enough to handle me?
I like to be more
I like being enough
like to be witchu more
i like be more,
like being enough
sorry that I like you more than you can back
Still you come back
Always got a stupid come back
you “love” that
We got golden tickets
Is you handing yours back?
Tickets to where? When is we boarding tho?
Life ain’t fair, but fair enough
To let shorty bloom
Iont clip stems, keep my flowers pruned
Green thumb baby lemme shower you
In love and affection
Still you afflicted
But that ain’t my section
Prefer you on a pedestal
Til you is not stressin
I mean raise you higher up then
Psalms spread they blessings
my heart in songs all I had since I’m seven
Never second guessed it
Still guest verse ain’t selling
My pride hurt, & you pressed it
Yo pride hurt that’s why you tested me
and usually that’s enough to leave
But that’s... runnin from growth
Gross
You got me doing the most
Most
And I love it
Is you lovin me back?
Or is it something from me holding you back?
sorry that I like you more than you can back
Still you come back
Always got a stupid come back
you “love” that
We got golden tickets
Is you handing yours back?
sorry that I like you more than you can back
When you come back
Always got a stupid come back
you “love” that
We had golden tickets
& you handed yours back
sometimes the hate ain't critical
think I'd be happy if it ends
for better or worse it changes
worst thing to do is pretend
& really I don't got shit to teach
its out of reach from here
can't explain the way i face my fears from here
*in this b*tch*
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