And I quit. Tell myself I wish him “well, I’m back.”  Shit.
Just a Kidd. Ain’t no Jason cept my psychopathic head. I admit
I will think of every crime that I commit
But I won’t commit a crime that I won’t think of holy shit. 
What’s the diff. I don’t really (Kerry Washing)care. Re watching scandal
Yo I’ve been just missing a ton. I’m like a vandal who
Can’t shoot. Ring your bell so hard it’s out the Camp Soup. 
Thought I had a moment and I blue it like the Man group.
Headed to the mountain like there’s nothing that I canned dew
Brand so retro but I'm feeling so Brand new
Copy my flow, but never paste it like the canned soup.
Tomorrow but tomato tomato maybe tomorrow.


Chumm

* Produced by Been Stellar

* Mastered by Jared Atol

Wristband

Lyrics:

Born on a Thursday
Want it in the worst way
So I stay at every day
Thursday to Thursday  I 
Scrabble my word play hey
People ya Heard may
First degree on the beat 
In a hearse is where it stays
2 years prior 
I was springing on them seniors like jerry like macguire
Now I’m focused on the beat. Hit it out the park Maguire
Real dealin till I retire  I’ma leave a legacy withthemic . Myers
What I put the focus on in the past. Back in the prior
Like Richard. Was a joke. I’ve set my goals higher
CELEB got me highered. Instead I go higher
Like boeing jets up in this bitch I never tire
People tell me I can’t carry all this. Why they bein liars
Lying like jim carry it’s scary better get ya pliers 
To pry shut my damn mouth. To keep it from runnin
I’m at the top gunnin down thinkin bout nothing  now
Misunderstood when I stand all above em
Critics I will never love em if they comin then I Shove em
He Seems to be carrying it fine like Mariah
Focused on the present old songs act as pariahs
Preachin his words don’t but consider him a messiah far a
Way from other competition so I tell em cy in ara
Hey. I ain’t made it yet. I have yet to sign an auto
Graph. So I’ll keep making rap tracks. Like I oughtta
Stuff my mac in my backpack head to studios
Backtrack to all my last raps. Yeah he Truly knows
They were trash but like a new era I snapped back
Livn college life jamming to raps and slammin the nat back
Then I wore out though. Stamina crap famine on fat tracks
So I got my weight up metaphorically the story be.
I get the last laugh. Headed on the fast track
Chompin at the bit to make it big. Like a gator needs 
His gat back. Kidnap the beat stuff it in a napsack
Others start your first lap. I’m finishin my last lap
Waitin to make it so patient. Quit hatin I’m makin a statement
I’m breakin the fake imitation and rakin the money in. janesville’s where its always sunny in
Don’t question
It’s the progression.


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