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niggas so nervous to talk to me im like for what 
niggas dont ask me question no more
they assume shit and be dead wrong

damn dont u get it
dont u get it
if i said I meant it 


Damn, Don’t you get it?
DON’T YOU GET IT 
I said ima do I did it

damn geez
Dont you get it?
I need know if you widdit  
I need a know if you innit



This the third puzzle im tryna solve
I only got 6 retries
 before it all starts over
I’m lion got 9 lives

I’m a gold digger if the shoe fits
Digging in the coal mine
Why would I trust his pockets
I would find loose dimes

If it all falls down 
Don’t blame the walls you built blame it on the palms that 
Laid them bricks 
like a
 amateur mason 

Open gash on your hand
Got red handed 
shaking hands with a crip  
Just to pay his rent

Nigga dont you get it
You’d mold yourself for the money
But not for yourself
Nigga dont you get it
Y’all paying for  your wealth 
Nigga dont you get it
Its bad for your health


And the color is green
Aint that some shit
We playing make believe
Fighting over free shit

Dont U Get It? - 36K9

lyrics:

chaos echoes thru the h0ly walls
i cant let go
unless you break me off

We are in a stomach
Mother earths stomach
A lone star specks the surface of sky with a sky with a soft twinkle 
Like a belly button piercing 
A baby’s piercing laugh
Slits through the veil of lies
The truth causes the divide
Tampering with evidence of a meaningless life

Geared toward making gears spin
Steering away from within
Withstanding without
Whether you wither away either way is without a  doubt
But when you wither what will you have left
A sliver or a slab of spirit

chaos echoes thru the h0ly walls
i cant let go
unless you break me off yourself
unless you take me off the shelf

h0ly/wall/0f/cha0s

3xcus3

DEVOTION

2FINALLYMEETU

Serious prod. ORA

Stay (..s in Vegas) prod. ORA

No. 1 (no one) prod. ORA

lyrics

most of my favorite acquaintances went under maintenance
when brakes didn't seem to exist
meanwhile they hanging on barely staying faithful to a makeshift
shamed to take Lyft
Mask off like a facelift
Away with the fake.
wipe your face with a handkerchief
then we can make up 
how much making when spending every saving
on overdue car payments
left all that anger in car dealerships
only so much pain a dealer could fix,
quick, making it bliss for a bit
it isn't permanent 
make mistakes early to learn from them
bury your burdens in fertilized dirt
family tree in the works
caught off guard by a growth spurt
rip off the band-aid where it don't hurt
irks me to get drove crazy by chauffers
or walked all over with loafers
shit out of luck lacking four leaf clovers

ain't even pacing myself anyway
ta+king these painkillers making the blankest of faces
at this point i can't even taste it
ain't even chasing like i had an ankle bracelet
i do not stay in my lane cause you make me
i stay in my place cause im making a statement
you are not taking my place.
no gentrification!

no gentrification! prod. ORA

Again, sorry

Green Means prod. ORA

master B4CK/W4RDS is a multi-instrumentalist, vocalist, producer/composer, visual artist, and poet from Westlake, Los Angeles.

h0ly/wall/0f/cha0s

master B4CK/W4RDS

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