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The Death Of The Only Son. [Chapter 1: Predictability.]

[PROD. MEEJ.]

(LYRICS.)
Feel like I got Shrapnel in my heart, nigga.
Tony.
Why you looking at me Stark, nigga.
Phony.
Recording in the dark, nigga.
Lowkey (Loki).
Ending at the start, nigga.
Lonely.
Maybe I can save them from me.

...Or Maybe I can save me from myself.

So much has happened.
So much changed.
Got new friends-
And old pain.
Got old pain-
And more gain.
Niggas tried to box me in but they can’t.
Young nigga-
Put that on both chains.

But I’m only getting older.

And time won’t wait for an old man.

..Or a young one.

Momma, I’m sorry about the work study.
I was too busy chasing after a [] buddy.
If you hear this, I promise I’ll make you proud.
I’m sorry I made you frown, I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough.
Even if you say I was, I still think I wasn’t.
Ain’t even just “wasn't”.
I still think I’m not.
(I was thinking of you, everyday.)
(On that block.)

Now my Destiny Awaits-
I put that on my pops.

Put that on my pops, nigga.
Yeah.
(Put that on my pops, nigga.)
(Yeah.)

Destiny Awaits.

[PROD. MEEJ.]

(LYRICS.)
Nigga better check your tone when you approach me.
I’ve been off the map-
Blowing bags and getting blown.
Blowing her back.
I’m on campus wit it.
Coulda been back on the block.
But I’m in class.
And I been itching to spazz.
And I been itching to flash-
Flash out.
Crash out.

Wait till a young nigga go.
Show what the cash bout.
All white diamonds-
I can’t rock no gold.
Not even one ounce.
19-
Hop out the AMG wit a G19.
I’m mad now.
Matter fact I been mad since like 8.
Play with me nigga-
Get lagged out.

Off the Wall like Jack Cooper-
10 bands on me like Cooper Kupp.
Bills on me like Josh Allen-
Mordecai Blue like Hummus.
Back in the day on the back of the bus-
Still back of the bus-
Ion know who to trust.
And I’m Packing a Punch.
If they tryna run up.
If they testing they luck.
Pull a Transit and Buss.

I put a Bus on a Transient.
Nigga I stay in the Mix.
Even when you never see me.
I can pop up like a glitch.
I remember she Left Me For Dead.
“Which one?”
It’s more than one Witch.
How much wood could a Witch come take?
She finna find out, my [Broom] don’t break.

Lately I been off the socials.
It’s funny, it made me more social.
Hoes on IG saying they like me-
“Ig” they won’t show you.
But I know it’s what I deserve.
All the good ones I kicked to the curb.
But imma be honest, a lot of them had it coming.
I shoulda did worse.

Im about to kill the game, nigga.
I want all the smoke-
Ion even want the fame, nigga.
Lame nigga.
I was a lame nigga.
Now I’m Insane, nigga.
Same nigga.
I was the same, nigga.
10 years ago, put the gun to my brain, nigga.
Filled with the rage, nigga.
Ain’t nothing change, nigga.

Cooper Kupp.

[PROD. MEEJ.]

(LYRICS.)
I pour Double Cup.
Nobody lean on me.
This ain’t Lipton Tea-
Nigga I’m sipping on Liber-Tea.
We done made it off that Block.
Sipping on victory.
Bout to take it up a Notch.
C418.
All my niggas winning.
All my niggas sinning.
Me included.
Lord, I’m ruthless.
Know I’m still spinning.
And I’m still spitting.
Ice on me, they still glisten.
12 pull up we killswitching-
Me and my bro like Kenan & Kel.
They say; “Give em hell, kid”.
Now they wish me well. 
Wanted to see me fail.
TMNT-
We sending Shells.
BOG (Be Our Guest)-
That hoe wanna be with me.
Beast without no Belle.
Playing for keeps.
Move like ODST-
Jumping straight to Hell.

Imma Dive in it.
I survived in it.
I told lies in it.
(Almost took some lives in it.)
I lost mine in it.
Lost my mind in it.
I crossed lines in it.
Devil, My Witness.
And the Lord too.
I’m ashamed to say I’m sorry.
I’m ashamed the way I played her like a game.
No Atari.
It’s a War inside my head.
40k on Me, Astartes.
Finishing what I started.
Going retarded.
Water on me like faucet.
I need a direct deposit.
Short on the options.
I had my soul up for auction-
Serving out gas like Caustic.
I move cautious.
Blood was what I was coughing.
Wanted me dead in a coffin.
Look at me balling.
Like I was playing for Boston.
Know who number you calling.
1 in the chamber.
1 on me like Rose.
Red on me like a Target.
Ain’t tryna bargain.
Pops was working at Derrick’s.
Barbizon, Momma departed.
So much that we lost.
I’m finna floss.
Stunt on these niggas, I’m boss.
Pockets fat, Rick Ross.
Stick in my hand like Henry.
Man, I’m finna get wicked.
“Wicked Im Wicked” like Nardo.
Paying me out like Fargo.
Know that I’m Well.
I’m sending shells-
Shell Shock niggas like Leo and Donnie-
Raphael.
1 like Rose.
1 like Mikey.
I rock Orange on me like Jail.
Been at the bottom for way too long.
I told my momma I’m finna prevail.

(I pour Double Cup.)


This ain’t Lipton Tea-
Nigga I’m sipping on Liber-Tea.
We done made it off that Block.
Sipping on victory.
Bout to take it up a Notch.
C418.
All my niggas winning.
All my niggas sinning.
Me included.
Lord, I’m ruthless.
Know I’m still spinning.
And I’m still spitting.
Ice on me, they still glisten.
12 pull up we killswitching-
Me and my bro like Kenan & Kel.
They say; “Give em hell, kid”.
Now they wish me well. 
Wanted to see me fail.
TMNT-
We sending Shells.
BOG (Be Our Guest)-
That hoe wanna be with me.
Beast without no Belle.
Playing for keeps.
Move like ODST-
Jumping straight to Hell.

Imma Dive in it.
I survived in it.
I told lies in it.
(Almost took some lives in it.)
I lost mine in it.
Lost my mind in it.

Liber-Tea.

[PROD. MEEJ.]

I’m still The Only Son, nigga.
I’m at my Best at my Worst.
I should’ve known better…
I should’ve never went back to the ones that I hurt.
I swear to God, nigga.
He should’ve took me instead;
Left my sister on Earth.
I’m still a fraud, nigga.
I wasn’t born with a Gift-
I was born with a Curse.

I want the whole pot.
I want the hoes, I’m unholy.
I’m with the bros-
My niggas ain’t switch on the code.
They like Kenobi.
On a new block.
Still the same nigga-
The old me.
When I was alone-
When I was still out in the cold-
They ain’t console me.

I don’t need no opp to kill me-
I can do it on my own.
If I give her one more night-
I swear, she never going home.
When I heard her call me evil- 
We both knew she wasn’t wrong.
She was scared to call me weak, but-
We both knew I wasn’t strong.
I don’t need no opp to kill me-
I can do it on my own.
If I give her one more night-
I swear, she never going home.
When I heard her call me evil- 
We both knew she wasn’t wrong.
She was scared to call me weak, but-
We both knew I wasn’t strong.

(I’m still The Only Son, nigga.)
I’m at my Best at my Worst.
I should’ve known better…
I should’ve never went back to the ones that I hurt.
I swear to God, nigga.
He should’ve took me instead;
Left my sister on Earth.
I’m still a fraud, nigga.
I wasn’t born with a Gift-
I was born with a Curse.

I want the whole pot.
I want the hoes, I’m unholy.
I’m with the bros-
My niggas ain’t switch on the code.
They like Kenobi.
On a new block.
Still the same nigga-
The old me.
When I was alone-
When I was still out in the cold-
They ain’t console me.

I don’t need no opp to kill me-
I can do it on my own.
If I give her one more night-
I swear, she never going home.
When I heard her call me evil- 
We both knew she wasn’t wrong.
She was scared to call me weak, but-
We both knew I wasn’t-

On a new block.
Still the same nigga-
The old me.
When I was alone-
When I was still out in the cold-
They ain’t console me.

When I heard her call me evil- 
We both knew she wasn’t wrong.
She was scared to call me weak, but-
We both knew I wasn’t strong.

The Curse.

[PROD. MEEJ.]

(LYRICS.)
I can’t love no thot.
Can’t love no hoe.
Can’t love no skank.
I’m with 1k, more than 1k on me-
Still can’t pull his rank.
Niggas moving suspect sliding with Drakes-
But we can pull up with a Tank.
I could go back and forth all day with you niggas.
But if you want talk, come pay.
Tweaking you think her legs stay closed on Sunday-
…She not Chick Fil A. 
Northside nigga, I’ll score up the pot Forreal.
Ain’t finna catch no case.
Emo broad, licking my Adam’s apple.
Look like Wednesday.
What I look like bringing her back to the crib?
Can’t know where my head lay.

H on my waist.
Rotten to the Core.
I ain’t no Hero, nigga.
Yanking her lace-
She said she want More.
But I ain’t Ne-Yo, nigga.
She want a taste.
She wanna go on a date-
Can’t cuff no whore, nigga.
She want attention.
She keep touching my face-
She getting ignored, nigga.
Pick up the pace.
Pick up the-
Pick up the pace.
I’m finna get bored, nigga.
Fix up ya face.
Nigga just fix up ya face-
Put that in the floor, nigga.
He getting brave.
Told that nigga we can fade.
He can record, nigga.
556 rounds split a nigga wig-
We can send that nigga to the lord, nigga.

What up, My name MEEJ.
I’m insane.
I was born in this game.
I’m at war in my brain.
I’m at war with the shame.
And I’ll kill anyone that want war with my name.
I put that on my sister.
I put that on my chains.

Put that on my chains, nigga.
Pinky, aiming at his Brain, nigga.
Martian Rover with the Range, nigga.

They won’t miss him, he a lame nigga.

(They won’t miss him, he a lame nigga.)

niS.

[PROD. MEEJ. X PHARA X JAYREWIND]

(LYRICS.)
From the bottom, I came from the basement.
I got clothes, I got hoes-
Like I'm Bateman.
Put his face in the floor-
In the pavement.

Cmon.

I came up on some racks, I got payment.

Cmon.

I came up on some racks, i got payment.

I'm not new to this game, Im a veteran.
I aint cuffing no slut, I aint settling.
Matter fact-
Guess what?
I want ya best friend.
(Matter fact-)
(Guess what?)
(I want ya best friend.)
Corner Of Zion-
The West End.
And I'm still gon shoot-
No contesting.
Used to open up Edison, I lived in Edison-

(From the bottom, I came from the basement.)

From the bottom, I came from the basement.
I got clothes, I got hoes-
Like I'm Bateman.
Put his face in the floor-
In the pavement.



I came up on some racks, I got payment.

Cmon.

I came up on some racks, i got payment.

Bateman.

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