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chapters226 - dec30 (aamu)

Lyrics:

Hey everybody, welcome to greatness, yo, let’s get it started, okay? Yep!

When ya hear the cop car letting loose, beep beep! Then ya speed off like RoadRunner, meep meep! Not cause ya fear the opp, far from that. But it cause you got better things than sparring at. Them to do, I’m HIM but you knew that as a fact. My flowed stunner breed off jealousy intact. Fellas be so wack, back talking and stalking. You don’t like me, have you ever heard of blocking? My mic be saying truth, you spraying youth with bullshit. You only gangsta in the booth, you’ll never pull it. Thanks to the credible, much deserved. Ya pranks ain’t edible, such of ya word. Is tasteless, you have skill but you waste this. Only got good when ya found what copy and paste is. Sloppy and baseless, that shit I’ll nada peep peep! My shit hotta, like where that bird go meep meep! There ya heard substance, my dub hence a must craze. I’m like Justin Smith with the beat, I Just Blaze. Yeah, go look it up. Me and my squad, word to God, we never took what’s up. We stayed true, to our slayed crew, never strayed too, they can say a lot about me, but not that they played you. Maybe I got an issue, I diss few but when I do. I go extreme, yeah he be a meme, but he also HIM.

H.I.M. (Prod. aamu)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

If I ain’t a saint, which clearly, hear me I’m not. Then I been a taint, I paint like I got. No flaws, but the mo’ these jaws speak, man I reek. I go wit’ ease pause the normal thinking, formal sinking? Nah, I self combust in a rush. From dust to a plush ass place, ‘til my ass face. Some trust broken, I can’t keep deep my promises. The lust openly shattered, hoping me dope in the whole shit get tattered. My train of thought like Thomas is, stay chuggin’, play thuggin’. Will get you nowhere, be yourself, go share. You, even if what ya believe in spew. Ya sinning, hey, may be the winning is next inning. This just in, is this his suggestion? Or more or less, we sure stress a saint impression. Just act true, a fact I knew from B. A special one, essential, she my sun, ayy now we is done. B represents, a girlfriend. That I don’t have, I won’t grab me a whirl wind. Of emotions, love and the notions. Everything aight, ‘til a fling fight set devotions. Severed, I’ve endeavored my fair share of air here. Airing out ‘bout past ones and also fast tons. Of flings that come and go, I’m from a know-ing position that a ring is the mission. Love, yourself befo’ others, don’t shove the health of self, we go smothers. On them covers, lovers? Nah we just friends. Shit it get crazy, hazy, let’s just cleanse.

Cleanse (Feat. yungratpoison) (Prod. aamu)

Lyrics:

I never land, I’m like Peter Pan, I stay fly. I’ll take a clever man o’vo’ a grand, may I. Pray my endeavor can stand among greats. Not let the dough go to my flow, I strung dates. Based on compliments, I ain’t a good looker. I chased the confidence, at that a good hooker. In, not that I’ve been having one night stands. I been top 10 nice guys, no price prize. It’s the way ya carry ya stance, gun right ends. If I was in charge, a barrage of large. Change, rearrange the damn doings. Of next text of complex shootings that leave grieve peeps in ruins. Shoo-in’s, that we still ain’t solve. Cause of old white folk, that this shit do revolve. Around, I found love for all kinds of people. Cause our minds been had it, a tactic of evil. Tried to strip that, mad shit done rip at. Gay, lesbian, bi, trans, let’s begin. To stress the sin, ain’t being who you are. It’s old white folk that overhill, ain’t up to par. Nova Kill they ass amass, I wish I could. Stop they graphic tragic tactic, and dish mo’ good. As for the dates, the greats I’ve done met up wit’. We ain’t work but the perk is this lit. Connection I have built, inspection wit’ no guilt, learning ‘bout her, I’m turning out yerrrrr, Mr. Nice Guy, this a crap shoot, see the dice fly? We don’t gel, oh well, my rap suit, a spice, why? Keep me deep wit’ somethin’ to do. Come sling a few thoughts my way, I say they may hit. Hah, shit, always willing to listen. I’m chilling and glisten, is this what ya missin’ and why ya stay hissin’? Pissin’ ya self off wit’ scoff towards me. The chant you’re banter aimed at, can’t more. Or less stress how I be? It floors you. I’m at the top, it’d take a gat to stop. My success, but yes, truly to be real. I’m a prime time hero, even when I feel like I’m zero. Ya kill me? I’ll be, still a G in Heaven. Shoutout y’all, let’s ball y’all! Three 7’s. So lucky, can’t duck me, stop sitting. I love this shit, the Hip Hop Hitting.

Hitting (Prod. aamu)

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