lyrics:
make all these beats by myself i'm 
cooking treats like i'ma elf i 
store them in my bank cause i don't
trust them on my shelf 
 
spitting fucking fire 
so i make this beat on hire
like you're rolling with your sire 
speak facts my one desire  


the fact is i hustle more than you ever
do work undercover while i'm making money
moves fuck with my money now i gotta cut 
you make you die quietly i leave you with your

shoes may take a while b i know that you 
do turn up the dial so i spitting on 
queue nah nah nah nah man my 808's 
rule, switch up

flipping the sheets and i'm making it big like i'm 
hitting the streets for my critical needs for these
lyrical beats and the exchanging of heat between me and my g
for me and my team 

starting the game man i planted the seed if rapping was english
you're learning to read like i'm feaning for G's 
fucking on me?, bitch i'm fucking you and that's how it be  

fuck yo friend bitch
faking all my taxing cause i gotta stay rich
smoking and relaxing yea that always the 
sitch now i got leave and come and say this
  
the fact is i hustle more than you ever
do work undercover while i'm making money
moves fuck with my money now i gotta cut 
you make you die quietly i leave you with your

shoes may take a while b i know that you 
do turn up the dial so i spitting on 
queue nah nah nah nah man my 808's 
rule, switch up
 
running from the coppas i'ma runner oppa stopper
see a rocket i'ma cop it then i pop it with a crocket
like bop it, twist it turn it shoot it then i rob it
i said fuck it take your chains take your bitches locket

some bills i'm finna pocket and you know i never stop it
hustle for them bands i know you trapping with a muppet
weak ass boy you smoking now you going out to vomit 
you know i drop the bomb always but i ain't islamic

  
the fact is i hustle more than you ever
do work undercover while i'm making money
moves fuck with my money now i gotta cut 
you make you die quietly i leave you with your

shoes may take a while b i know that you 
do turn up the dial so i spitting on 
queue nah nah nah nah man my 808's 
rule, switch up

the fact is i hustle more than you ever
do work undercover while i'm making money
moves fuck with my money now i gotta cut 
you make you die quietly i leave you with your

shoes may take a while b i know that you 
do

Fean's For G's

Somg 5

Mulla Ruler

Going Up

THE ENDING

CHROMEZONE

FALL

SING

LIKE

OVER

DONTCARE

NEW FIT

WITHYOU

STORM

I FEAR ME

Smiles in my face but the eyes don’t match,
Kindness on the surface, underneath it’s attached
To motives they hide, in the shadows they stack,
I learned the hard way—ain’t no freebies in fact.

I used to blame the world, but I see my reflection,
My own flaws exposed, it’s a brutal confession.
Talkin’ truth but I slip in my own contradictions,
Caught in the cycle, my pride my affliction.

Truth cuts deeper than a blade in the dark,
Kindness feels hollow when it don’t hit the heart.
I see the cracks in the mask when the love ain’t pure,
And my own broken steps that I can’t ignore.


Tried to find peace in the comfort of my lies,
But the truth always shows in the corners of eyes.
Yeah, I wanted their love, but I needed their trust,
Now I’m sifting through the ashes of a bond turned to dust.

I can’t front, I’ve been guilty the same,
Put ego in the way, pointed fingers with shame.
Now I’m humbled by the mirror, can’t run from the blame,
If I want real change, gotta spark my own flame.

$MOVES

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