hey man, im a huge fan of your music and I appreciate all that you do for music! you should be waaaaaaaaaaaaaay more popin! is there anyway i could purchase this beat u used?

Ballteam Records.
All streaming media: hyperurl.co/m6dt7a
Album artwork by @ultrashook
Mix/Mastered by Aime Brunn
Vocals: Click-Clack
Produced: Drae Da Skimask
Full Album: https://soundcloud.com/click-clack/sets/blue-eyed-black-boy

Lyrics:

Back then we was fucking up like airy day
Didn't have my drugs I get so irritate 
But I wouldn't have that shit no other way 
And I when glow up they'll put it in my face
I don't need yo food I got my own plate 
I used to pitch it like I was OJ 
You put hands on a woman bitch you so lame 
Yo girl ain't no accessory like propane 
If you don't love it then just leave it lone 
We workin' what have you been on 
By myself at home but not alone 
Writing talking to phone 
World looking at me back 
Pass go collect the racks 
Feeling like I'm running lap 
You working baby where yo track 
Said where yo track is 
Got like 40 songs that didn't make the track list 
Said you moving but your only tricks a backflip 
Still in the same place though I only need one I ain't really with Mack shit 

...Said where yo track is 
Got like 40 songs that didn't make the track list 
Said you moving but your only tricks a backflip 
Still in the same place though I only need one I ain't really with Mack shit 

(Jackson’s Verse)
They be like who the fuck is that who the fuck is that
I don’t recognize him from a glance but I'm liking what he gettin' at
I’m cold like thermostat like dirty alley cat
With nothin' but some prize winnin' women pretty feet steppin' on my shower mats
You come around here flossin' then you better keep a distance
It ain't shit to take you for a lick and go about my bidness
Out here fuckin' with the team (pshh) holla you can get it
Have you runnin' like some chickens like get with it
I got my feet up but don't get it twisted cuz I never slack
I left a lot shit behind me I ain’t ever lookin' back 
I wake up early in the mornin' hit my grind then hit the sack
And you can’t hold a candle to me cuz the sauce is what you lack
You say shit a lot on wax but yee ain't really bout the trap
And if you wanna run it back lets hit the track you gettin' lapped
I got a thousand pounds of struggle with me keep it on my back
So every time I hit this shit its only right I fuckin snap
Damn right I'm fuckin' gone

Rest in paradise

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