CONTEMPLATING lyrics 

[Verse 1]
had some questions 
i was asking myself “who was i” 
searching answers, 
you ain’t have em,
i just had to find
it wasn’t easy
still, i stayed on my grind
like lunch at school,
it’s lookin like my stars align
they said, don’t chase that dream,
it’s a waste of time 
before then, i thought they had, 
my best in mind 
i used to think 
that we would make it, in due time 
like Nintendo, 
they switched up on me and mine 
for real. 

(for real, for real, for real, 
for real, for real, for real, for real)

[Verse 2] 
thinkin to myself
“boy you think too much”
before that, i was thinkin,
i ain’t do enough.
on my grind, like all the time, 
get your paper up.
phone ringing off the hook, 
as i call ya bluff.
you bitch made. 
boy, cut the sense, stop actin tough.
all that talkin shit, 
gon fuck around, and get ya touched.
for a couple xans
you MIA, they don’t ask for much. 
keep contemplatin
i’m back to thinkin, i ain’t do enough 
yeah. 

(ain’t do enough, ain’t do enough, ain’t do enough, 
ain’t do enough, ain’t do enough, ain’t do enough, ain’t do enough)

[Verse 3]
ridin windows down
i’m tryna air it out 
couple things on my mind 
i’m tryna figure out 
do this shit for my people 
bitch, you can keep the clout 
can’t fight with you 
i’m too busy, fightin demon out
couldn’t walk in my shoes 
he took a different route 
let’s be real 
you know exactly, who that’s about 
couple things
i ain’t learn in school, like what is doubt? 
and foldin on all your homies, 
boy, what’s that about? 
yeah.

(what’s that about?, what’s that about?, what’s that about?, 
what’s that about?, whats that about?, what’s that about?, what’s that about?)

[Verse 4]
always thought, i didn’t know much
there’s a lot to know.
always thought, wasn’t bout speed 
it was where ya go.
always leadin my people round
cuz i know the ropes.
always breakin these swishers down
i’m just tryna cope. 
pourin one for my homies,
boy, there’s a lot of those! 
i’m high as fuck 
off ambition, finna overdose 
only fuckin these bitches,
boy, we ain’t lovin hoes!
boy, i’m only spittin facts 
over this audio 
yeah. 

(spittin facts, spittin facts, spittin facts, 
spittin facts, spittin facts, spittin facts, spittin facts)

[Verse 5]
contemplating my next move,
cuz i’m tryna score.
hatin me, cuz your ass weak, 
down to the core.
y’all insane, ain’t change a thang,
that’s why ya board.
i’m gettin mine, 
boy, you should focus on gettin yours.
like ‘09 freestyles,
in my brothers ford
ain’t nobody ever teach me shit,
i just hit record.
and did it all on my own,
boy, fuck what ya heard.
self made type,
if i got it, that shit was earned. 
yeah.

(that shit was earned, that shit was earned, that shit was earned,
that shit was earned, that shot was earned, that shit was earned, that shit was earned)

CONTEMPLATING

6PM in Bloom 

[phone vibrates]
me: 
hello? 

on the phone: 
aye man!! ayyeee! i’m surprised you picked up , man! aye, i was just callin to say, 
i heard that new joint you sent me. 
man, you really doin this thang, man! 
like for real! 
you said you’d do it,
and boy, you doin it! 
keep that shit comin! 

me: 
i appreciate that. for real brodie. 

On the phone: 
no problem, man! no problem! 
aye, what you on rn? 

me: 
i’m actually about to be in the studio.

on the phone: 
Oh! for real? what time is it over there? 

me:
6PM in Bloom. 


[intro]
I just do my thing 
I’m a G, I move in silence 
I don’t like to talk 
cuz i end up getting violent 
they say Money talks 
you can hear my shit dialing
put the freak on the phone 
now my girl tryna dial in 

had to hit ignore 
me and the money FaceTimin 
she hit me wit that text
“boy, you better be grindin”
i’m doin what she say 
like i think her names simon 
I strive to be the best 
cuz if it’s less I and surviving

[verse 1]
mixed motivation with impossible 
and made that shit doable 
you get funny money 
call that shit humeral 
I’m putting in that work 
catch me in the cubicle 
if life is a movie, 
call shit a musical 

you don’t want to smoke 
I’m hotboxin at your funeral 
chasing all these M’s 
you can’t keep up with the numerals 
that girl looking good 
but my girl be looking beautiful 
if this ain’t what you used to this
you ain’t used to the usual 

to any birdwatcher 
I be colder than the common flu 
go ahead and talk your shit 
I’m like yeah what you Finna do 
cuz i spin ya block 
and run it back like I’m Lynch an
you don’t want Marshawn 
runnin in an open field from you


[verse 2]
sorry overseer, but fuck your demeanor
roam my city like i’m caesar 
and they followin the leader
introduce ya to the reaper 
if you wakin up the dreamer
big dreams, so i’m sleepin on ya
i’ma heavy sleeper

what you know bout 
schemin, thievin, 
wide awake, fightin demons
everything you see
i manifested by believin
imagine if i stopped 
the second, someone ain’t believe it
my attitudes contagious 
all my people runnin fevers 

drip check a mihfuckah 
boy, them expensive sneakers 
i got players in the field, 
i got bitches in the bleachers 
i got lessons y’all should learn
i been fuckin on the teacher
and when i came to class 
she had to give me back my T-Shirt 

freshest muhfuckah in the building 
hands down.
you the type to stand outside 
asking for a handout 
no association with ya
i don’t fw clowns 
when it comes to gettin money 
i be drippin or i drowned



[verse 3]
2 bands on that bitch 
poppin tags, popping pussy 
bitch, i ain’t a killa
but ya still shouldn’t push me
munchin on that pussy 
like a bhocolate bhip bookie
shawty good with the brain
she ain’t playin any hooky 

gawhdamn it muhfuckah 
everyone tryna be me
i keep it on lock 
ain’t no way, they can free me 
no doubt, i’m the best
think it’s best, you believe me 
told the girl of my dreams
“damn shawty, you dreamy” 

i mix the lean, with the sprite, over rocks
this muhfucka tweakin
told his girl, “changed the locks”
i ain’t listening to this shit,
baby, give me back the aux
i’m just tryna chill and smoke
so i’m pullin up on Doc

bitch, i been runnin shit 
since my nikes had them shocks
now my yeezys give me boost
that’s a motivated walk
smokin on the forest 
as i’m sipping on the swamp
i’m just tryna make it happen
haters tryna make it stop 

i keep rappin with a passion
i might end up on the top
By the way I tuck my napkin 
you can tell I’m eating slop
all these rappers in my stomach 
like I drink a lot of pop
if you really knew my life 
you probably wouldn’t wanna swap

6PM IN BLOOM

This is a Remix to Live For by The Weeknd. I wrote this song in 2015. I finished writing it a couple months before I graduated high school. I recently went thru and changed some the lyrics to make the song more relevant. I dropped the lyrics below! 

live for lyrics 

i’ll admit it, i’ll admit it 
bunch of muthafuckin feelins 
tryna say your hot
bitch, you ain’t even kill it
oh and i ain’t even feel it

i’m the realest, i’m the realest
fuck your muthafuckin feelins
tryna say you feel us
bitch, you ain’t even near us
what you talkin bout willis 

ima kill it, ima kill it
like weezy, did no ceilin 
I got these bitches squealin 
and I am from the burg
but if she left alone 
then you know I’m gon be stealin 

I get it I get it 
I get it I get it 
your hustle don’t ever, go unnoticed 
baby, I’m with you, i’m with it 
yeah. 

got a room full of fam
girl i just did it 
brought you, right back, for a minute, 
you know that, if I got it, then you get it, 
good.

Put 50 in the tank
you know that we cruisin
this dank is expensive 
but fuck it, we light it, and we pass it

Life is full of hard knocks
back when Keenan, had them dreadlocks
nowadaysls, we hardly talk 
rollin through them old blacks 
bitch you know we hotbox 
back then, i had a minivan 
ridin shotgun, that’s my front man 
got your back, that’s the game plan
sydney is my biggest fan 
said, “don’t say you can’t boy,
cuz i know you can.”

know I can, what you doing 
hit you with a flow so fluent 
you can’t keep up with the moment 
bitch, i ruin what you’ve proven
let me teach you, like a student
boy we are only human 

tell me why you losin
my shit so hot 
they tryna hit me with the coolant 
but i just tell em NO! 
oh, i gotta flow that you say you can’t stand
sit your ass down 
bitch you know that I’m the man

i’m doing what I can 
and I can do it all
your girl down the hall 
about to meet her in the stall
you ain’t even know it 
but I don’t give a fuck
got me feeling like Kobe 
as she watch me pulling up

bitch I’m in the drive 
and I think it’s time to ride 
she declined your calls 
and she answers all of mine
I didn’t even notice 
until she let me know it
But I don’t wanna know it
so what the fuck she’s doing

what the fuck i doin
why’m i askin all these questions
because when we gonna be women 
and if you just learn that lesson 
that shit is depressin

i’m a teacher just a young cadet 
when I’m in the booth 
you should know that I’m a threat
with my 2nd bitch 
cuz my 1st on some shit
like LeBron with the Cavs 
I just ain’t do it yet

i’m a beast. 
you a bitch, that’s a pet
Hella fly, I fell asleep, on the jet
hella high, i’ll smoke you out,
homie bet. 

money on my mind
always on my grind 
anything can happen,
all in due time.

Live For

This one go so hard i had to drop it!!! i couldn’t even wait for the video to get shot first!!  LETS GO BOY!!!!! 

Lyrics to Back in Blood (Remix)

[Hook]
bitch, i’m pouring up 4
don’t be askin bout my cup 
all that acting like a thug
why the fuck you actin up 
snitching on me to the feds
tell that pussy i’m fed up 
roll a wood and send some shots 
watch my boys hit ya like a blunt 

(yeah, watch my boys hit ya like a blunt) 

all that acting like a thug
why the fuck you actin up 
snitching on me to the feds
tell that pussy i’m fed up 
roll a wood and send some shots 
watch my boys hit ya like a blunt 

(verse) 

damn, 
yeah this E-class really fast
i’m so faded in this benz
can’t read the digi’s on the dash 
when i got this thang insured 
i said, i expect to crash 
i got demons on my ass
i’m off the brakes, i’m on the gas 

yeah, i ain’t never going back
every since i started rappin 
ain’t stop countin all these racks
i’m allergic to these haters
they don’t like how i react
tell that pussy boy stop talkin 
or i’m finna smack his ass (BOI!) 

feel free to call my bluff
all this shit that i done been thru
i cain’t tell you life ain’t rough
yeah, i know this shit gon happen 
just cain’t happen soon enough
i’ll keep writing all these verses,
fuckin bitches, rollin blunts 

yeah, i put that on my mob 
you know Money Over Bitches 
i cain’t put no hoe in charge
on my Big C,EO shit
think my shirt say 2XLarge 
when i pullin up in a foreign 
smokin my hand rolled cigars 

aye, make me feel like uncle Phill
i remember when he passed
i cain’t believe that shit was real
no cap, my life full of pain
sometimes, i wish i couldn’t feel
i don’t trust a single soul
you’ll catch me grippin on my steal

aye, i ain’t never stole a thang 
yeah, you know that shit was cap
i’ll take your life, get out my way
i’ll take your hoe, if that bitch purdy 
she like how i do my thang 
she might tell you, she ain’t like me
but she love to wear my chainz 

yeah, she love to wear my hanes
i cain’t ever love no bitch 
long as this ice run thru my veins 
only put my trust in god
and i put that on my name
but sometimes he don’t answer 
an i gotta trust my aim

yeah, but trust this ain’t a game 
bitch, i never spill the muddy
cuz this Robitussin stains
moonwalkin like Billie Jean
i send shots at you, no vaccine 
put your ass 6ft deep
social distancing you from me 


[Hook]
bitch, i’m pouring up 4
don’t be askin bout my cup 
all that acting like a thug
why the fuck you actin up 
snitching on me to the feds
tell that pussy i’m fed up 
roll a wood and send some shots 
watch my boys hit ya like a blunt 

(yeah, watch my boys hit ya like a blunt) 

all that acting like a thug
why the fuck you actin up 
snitching on me to the feds
tell that pussy i’m fed up 
roll a wood and send some shots 
watch my boys hit ya like a blunt 

Written by: T.Bex

BACK IN BLOOD Remix

TODAY MY BIRFDAY!!!!
I figured I'd give y'all some more music. This is the mastered Version of this song. Lyrics below. Please enjoy!

MIDDLE CHILD - LYRICS

haters been countin me out 
i’m countin my blessings 
i been for a grip
i’m writing down names 
i’m making a list 
i’m eating these rappers 
like groceries ya bish
the realest, no lyin
no faking this shit
the game is off balance 
i level it quick 

my verses are dirty 
my sneakers ain’t dirty 
and that’s how i like it 
you all on my dick!

(verse)
i’m all in my bag
i pre-rolled a zip
an i’m down to burn it 
if she down to strip
an i got another
that i’m down to flip
but if she still strippin
then i ain’t gon trip

i’m lacin my kicks
i’m stackin my chips
i’m chasin a check
i’m flipping a brick
quadruple my money 
and move this shit quick
cuz my time is money
and my money tic

my money tic
and most people talk
4 tics on the clock
& i got the rock
they thinkin i’ll pass 
but i’ll probably not
cuz i’m hella focused 
and i’m in the zone 

the crown fit me good
i’m watchin the throne
they washin the throne
cuz i do it so dirty
ya girl switchin teams
she wearin my jersey 
they say life a trip
i make it a journey 
i’m stoppin to piss
and they tell me to hurry 

but i take my time
my life is like wine
cuz it’s getting better and better with time
i feel like, all of my stars is aligned
with bitches from high school, still waitin in line
i feel so divine.
fuck a co-sign, i’m just writin my rhymes 
i live on cloud nine
an that’s on the side 
where the sun always shine

so my future bright 
it’s gucci, my shades
an shawty got ass
her titties are A’s
just like her grades
hella good brain
an she rolled a bean
so i can’t complain 

a cup fulla lean 
i’m chasin the pain
i’m keeping a grip
i stay in my lane
they thinkin they want it
they all think the same
and that’s why i’m thinkin
that they all insane 

(hook)
haters been countin me out 
i’m countin my blessings 
i been for a grip
i’m writing down names 
i’m making a list 
i’m eating these rappers 
like groceries ya bish
the realest, no lyin
no faking this shit
the game is off balance 
i level it quick 

my verses are dirty 
my sneakers ain’t dirty 
and that’s how i like it 
you all on my dick!

(hook pt. 2)
I just poured some Henny in my cup
my phone blowin up she got no chill
her last text said she was pulling up
yeah we’re gonna find out if this bitch for real

ain’t nobody out here stopping me
i’m just out here trying to get a mill
finger on the trigger pull it back
now don’t fuck with my money. that’s for real. 

(verse)
touching my stacks,  
and it’s off with your head 
I’m dead in the middle,
of leaving them dead 
it’s fuck what I heard 
if I heard, what you said 
i spit the fire,
and watch the flame spread 
like when they jelly,
I put that on bread 
woke up from a dream 
she was giving me head
we ain’t lovin hoes,
that lovin shit’s dead.
she finish her thang 
an i get to this bread.

rollin a bean, I’ll OD ambition 
smokin that good, i could fix ya condition
make sure disappear, like a goddamn magician 
abracadabra, an now that shit Missin 

I’m good at my job 
watch me make this commission
I’m stackin my racks,
like ya boy on a mission 
see these are my lyrics,
and I’m the technician
and I bring the heat 
like a fire in the kitchen￼

(hook)
I just poured some Henny in my cup
my phone blowin up she got no chill
her last text said she was pulling up
yeah we’re gonna find out if this bitch for real

ain’t nobody out here stopping me
i’m just out here trying to get a mill
finger on the trigger pull it back
now don’t fuck with my money. that’s for real.

Middle Child [Remix]

Middle Child [Remix] - T.Bex

Freestyle lyrics

my name all on they mind 
just like a migraine￼
I got bread on mine homie
i ain’t talkin 9-grain
i been makin deals
since my ass was in the 9th grade
i’m always in the cut, G the barber
watch me run fades 
i can make the pack do gymnastics 
it ain’t no thang
my homie tote the strap
i just pray he shoot that shit straight
ya speakers finna bust
that’s the only time i get played
fuckin round with us
we gon teach you how to get paid
812, drop the pin so they can locate
my momma was a chemist 
and my stepdad was an inmate
anytime i do it 
bitch, believe i spit that shit straight
trusting someone else 
was my first and only mistake
keep my circle tight 
spark a blunt and watch it rotate
oops tryna move 
until i got em with that checkmate
you cain’t make em wait
if you think you finna move weight
anytime i eat 
my whole team gets a full plate
i grew up in the system 
teachers said my ass was trouble
married to the money 
but the hustle like to cuddle
ambition saw me out with struggle
but we ain’t a couple
when that hoe come around 
she just reminding me  stay humble
all these diamonds on my wrists 
make it hard to tell the time
think these stones predict the future
look at how i fuckin shine
if you ain’t about the hustle 
then you ain’t about the grind
bitch i’m droppin gems
every word i speak’s divine
￼what you know bout scheming, thievin 
losin friends to suicide 
or look him in his eyes 
and you cain’t tell him it’d be fine
i cain’t tell you this shit easy
or i ain’t commit a crime
i cain’t say, i’m just writin rhymes 
cuz then my ass’d be lyin

Single

Freestyle

Silhouettes - T.Bex

I made this track in 3 days. been sittin on it for like 2 months now. hope y'all enjoy. lyrics posted below cuz a lot of y'all told me to keep posting the lyrics with my music. I got you!

This One Lyrics

[Hook]
this one for them pussies 
who all told me i should give up
this one for them bitches
with the pussy they shouldn’t give up 
this one for them boys i ghost 
i knew that shit was setup 
this one for the real OGs 
who told me keep my head up 

[Verse 1]
back then I was fed up
when it rains it pours
this shit never let up
had to get my bread up 
young boy keep your head up
focus on your hustle
one day you gon get up
be with, any bitch you hit up 
put that shit on God, 
middle of the church, 
this one make you get up 
want my opps to hurt
when they see my come up
bitch i put in work
thumbin all the hunnids 
really cain’t explain it
muscles, tighten in my stomach 
i just get this feelin, one day i’ma run it 
demons chasin, i just keep on runnin
used to flip them onions
them shits dime a dozen
bitch i’m never frontin
i ain’t trusting nothin
if the police bust in 
this the shit she flushin
meanin, all my shit is dope 
every time i light a blunt
i just play a beat and float
and every time i write a song
it’s like the illest shit i wrote 
i’m made for this shit
Cottonelle, i been on a roll 
focused on a goal
feel it in my soul, that’s just how i know
when it rains, it pours
you should take a note
this bitch like the snow 
cut the lights, my shit like to glow
these diamonds dance for sho
i’m the CEO, i like gettin dough
did it on my own 
who the fuck this for? 

[Hook]

this one for them pussies 
who all told me i should give up
this one for them bitches
with the pussy they shouldn’t give up 
this one for them boys i ghost 
i knew that shit was setup 
this one for the real OGs n
who told me keep my head up

This One - T.Bex

This song is special to me. I used to sit and listen to my Grandma's cassette tape every morning. I used to show her songs I had written and recording I had on this small recorder. If only she could hear me now. 

Before I got into creating beats I would sit and analyze my favorite songs. I realized a lot of our music today is mirrored, copied, and sampled versions of the classics, and it was the classic samples that were drawling me in. the same thing about Grandma's music that was drawling me in. So I went to work.

I wrote this song back in March of 2019. and after creating the beat I first recorded it in April of 2019. I did release it on soundcloud for a year as a part of 'Faded to the Moon and Back', an album I lated removed. Recently, I decided to pull it back up and mess with the levels. I'm sure it's nothing close to perfect but nevertheless. 

Lyrics as always :

I’m Blessed 

[Verse 1]
it’s time I put this shit to rest now
Bop Bop like a knockout 
it’s a T.Bex I'm the best out
if you ain’t talkin money, you can leave now.
I can dance for a rain cloud 
and make it flood in a damn drought
I could plant some foreign lug nuts
and watch a foreign bitch and a Porsche sprout
you can go and talk shit about 
how my life needa “re-route”
but truth be told, I got no doubt, 
when I close my eyes and I see them signs,
every one of them be sayin, “SOLD OUT!”
not bad for a drop out,
feelin all alone, deep inside.
still askin, “who am i?”
but i know when i die...

[Grandmas Sample]

["I'm Blessed" (in reverse)]

[Verse 2]
my flow is worth taking a listen
it’s wavy I just might be trippin
i’m drownin my Nikes are drippin
my girl like a swimmer she wet 
these rookies admire the vet
I sampled my grandmas cassette
I’m taking a guess and placing a bet
I’m guessing I’m blessed 
I bet I’m the best 
I know I’m obsessed
cuz i must be the best 
been up for a week 
and I can’t get no rest
now no more excuses 
cuz they simply useless 
I’m droptop that’s roofless
she’s Eazy that’s ruthless
my flow is exclusive 
now here’s a solution
just pass me the ball cause I’m hot
these cocks I’m not blocking my shot 
they too chicken 
I’m focused and driven 
the biscuit is livin
these women’s come over 
for Pillsbury whippins
A legend has risen 
I throw up my Nixon’s 
she hate that I’m wicked 
but fucks with the vision
these lyrics have written 
have one groovy rhythm 
my boy Fightin boy 
one on one, that’s addiction
I pray that he never found 
dead in the kitchen
I sent him some help
cuz his health is the mission
I told him we only OD on ambition
don’t call me a snitch 
cause I never want to snitchin 
my boy still alive, 
and his ass I am in prison
I hold my head high 
cuz I know that we winnin 
when I start to cry 
I just keep that shit hidden 
I look to the sky 
and I grandma be grinnin 
i know that i’m blessed. 

i know that I'm blessed. [4x]

Just look at my wrist,
just look at my fingers,
look at my neck.

Just look at these diamonds
all over my neck
Just look at these,
Just look at these muhfuckin Boo-guettes 
(baguettes)
I know that I'm blessed
Just look at my Boo-guettes 
(baguettes)

[Grandmas Sample]

I’m Blessed

I’ve been working on a lot of new material. it’s mind blowing the listen to my new tracks vs my old ones. my rhyme patterns, my production, my sound.. its crazy how far i’ve come. wouldn’t change it for anything. 

check out these lyrics below. 

make em proud - T.Bex 

[Verse 1]
straight up, out the trenches 
had to make em proud
812 drip
bring your floaty‘s bitch
you might fucking drowned

this is the king 
watch me do my thing
watch me hold it down 
smoking loud 
one blunt at a time
watch me smoke a pound 

mixin sounds 
making money moves
watch me fuck around
everything 
i was dreaming bout
damn-near got it now 

all those nights 
i would stay up late 
an everyone passed out 
takin chances 
even in these shoes
you couldn’t take this route 

it’s ironic 
how i’m always out 
an ain’t ever run out
my blood, sweat, and tears
find it in the grout 
you know what i’m bout

couple shooters
they was shootin shots
never took me out
had some homies
they ain’t with us now
started having doubts 

i’m the one
if i talk about, 
then i be about
park the whip 
backwards in the spot
i’m never backing out

I don’t play around 
strictly business now 
that’s what I’m about
i graduated
from the playground 
talkin cap & gown

Raise the price 
cuz we in a drought
ain’t no more in town
fuck these clowns
recording in the attic 
I ain’t coming down

50Gs 
and a half a pound
i could flip a frown 
call the pound 
i’ma scoop my dawg
finna make em proud

roll a bean
pour a 4 of lean
ain’t tryna feel a thing
lost my dawg
and my G
in the same fuckin week

money on my mind 
i cain’t even fall asleep 
pop an addy 
call that fast cash
i’m feelin like a geek 
 
fiendin somethin strong 
i just told em
“don’t be weak”
lost Derrike last December 
that shit,
hit me hella deep

that boy just like my brother
that shit brought me to my knees
i ain’t tryna lose another
we just tryna get this cheese

put the city on my back
bitch, i feel like hercules
been movin hella weight 
watch me do this shit with ease

cookin dope
check the beat 
this shit 4hundred degrees 
i bet i sell it all 
once i let it hit the streets 

i could sell wool
to a muhfuckin sheep
check the growth 
bitch, i came up 
from the cracked concrete 

slippin on my yeezys
that’s me lacin up my cleats 
i’m the goat 
breakin swishers
ain’t a damn thang sweet

drippin in this Bape
ain’t a damn thang cheap
paid the price all my life
from the street to the suite 
and it’s just an extra bed,
and a balcony with seats 
 
don’t play my muhfucka 
unless it’s over beats
and even then 
you still got eggshells, 
underneath your feet

i been about the grind
every day of the week
fuck around and type “Em” 
when i meant to type “Me”
….
fuck around and type “Em” 
when i meant to type “Me”

Make Em Proud

Sally

SOMETHING'S FINNA MANIFEST FROM ALL THESE RHYMES

Churchill Downs Freestyle

Continuing the story, the lost soul searches for answers. It's still, 'Fuck The System!' There's multiple ways to make a dollar. Deciding to break away from the cycle, the best decision I could've made. It's obvious who I am. I'm the man on a mission. Hopefully, you can find yourself along the way. But be warned. I'ma be straight with you. This ain't the bandwagon. This is my commitment. This is my dedication. This is my faith. This is my loyalty. This is 812 FOR LIFE!

T.Bex

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