Shaken to my Core

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Stackin notes
Like Penny rolls
Let it mold
Now watch it grow 

Slap a quote
Upon a flow 
holler, woah 
Now lemme go 

I was diggin in holes
I was livin wit ghosts
I got friends in my woes
That depression is low

My obsession it shows
My aggression, I know
My progression is slow
I can question my growth

Cuz I’m as real as it comes
Talkin vintage, I’m one
Keep it hunnit or none
What the deal is u bums

I can’t feel u for shit
U rappers ain’t it
Let’s battle, I win
Then fuck u, u quit

When I write I look within
When u write u look for trends
Do u write? Or just pretend
That truth can truly bend 

U got friends wit ghosts as well
Urs write mine fight like hell
Ur ghosts they make u money
Mine tho they make me hungry

How’s it feel to lie to urself? 
That lie may die in that wealth
Is it u they really fuck wit?
Go ahead and tie that belt

What it’s like when it finally ends
Maybe you can fill me in 
My whole life my light was dim
My Whole life been hooked on Benz

Never been a puppet
Yo ass is stuffed wit
Tht dick of indust-ry
And trust me it’s cummin

U must be buggin
How badly u wanted
To be viewed as somethin 
U clearly wasn’t 

What’s it like to suck at this?
Fuck u u suck my dick 
I can out write half u outright
99% of u more like

The way I’d dog u’s honestly whore-like
Drag u up that Florida shoreline
Put u hoes in lil bikinis
And make u work that turnpike 

Work like mad lemme chose my words right
Hooks don’t smash when the verse ain’t stirred right
Look y’all lack ur vernacular hurt 
Spectacular worth but it’s just a facade
Lemme peel back curtains hold the applause 
This is graphic don’t be alarmed
When they heard me speaking all I saw was
These paupers gawkin “look it’s a god” 



What’s with this system these rappers they SUCK now 
I catch a glimpse of Them I bug the FUCK out
U pay for this shit now this shit is what’s up now
I’m lookin for smoke who want mo let’s get stuck now

I spew words I found around my crown and try to pack it in
If u heard me then desert me I’d advise u lap again 
When u back again I just hope that attitudes adjusted
I would hate for us to disagree I’m cordial out in public 

But if u thought I was the one that wouldn’t rumble at the function 
Try ya luck I bet I buck man assumptions are for nothin
I can bluff and tell u this is just for fun a lil somethin
But I own it won’t it grow i show it love when
I see all the lack of talent buzzin 
Tell ya favorite puppet ‘run it’

Puppet / Rough Draft

Puddle

LYRICS:

If I could kill this parasite in my head
Tryna get me to drop dead
I'd leave a fuckin trail of blood for the feds
Don't give a (FUCK)
Dump him in my trunk
(BLOOD) pumping from his gut
(LUNGS) struggling to function
Marijuana leaf
Make my knees weak
All my enemies
On white tee's
My poor throat wheezin
Issa cold season
Glad I gotta dolla for the weed
I fall asleep
Dreamin I'm in Fiji
Ya feel me?

Parasite

Never Alone

God-fearing man who makes music alone by an empty fireplace.

Puddle

CG Miller

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