safety

from “year of the cat” 


lyrics:

u keep on fucking my head up
I’m fucking my bread up
he try to do it like me but he can’t
he know that I’m better
you know I been low I been broke
shit got me fed up
u keep on fucking around
i know the time finna catch up

u know ima run it back
run it up again
run up a bag, we gon get it in
we gon get it no matter where we is
i done made a bag, ima make it flip
ima make it double, ima make it twin
ima make it triple, baby I’m the shit
i don’t need to dribble just to make it in
i can fucking rap I can fucking sing
tell me why the fuck wouldn’t I talk shit?
tryna put my momma in a fucking crib
brand new wheels put her in a whip
ima keep it pushing bitch I need a hit
ima keep on cooking til it’s ready bitch
I’m not in a hurry bitch I know I’m him
they been tryna ask me where the fuck I been 
i been in my room tryna make an M

it’s fucking my head up
I’m fucking my bread up
he tryna do it like me but he can’t
he know that I’m better
you know I been low I been broke
shit got me fed up
u keep on fucking around
i know the time finna catch up

fed up (new jazz idk)

famous

Ball Out

rex sunflower cover
kinda ass but thats the point of trying

sunflower

Good Influence

Rita

i wanna die
but no one gives a fuck so its alright
ill leave it up to god, to decide
because i cant decide, where to reside
thinking about problems, like everyday
causing so much stress, to my fucking face
but in the end, im going to my happy place
i hope i see u there, its gone be great (x2)
im rolling up a j so we can play
theres not many games that are really fun
i still rather play hide and seek, run 
dududududu

mimimim

dova

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