The first single off my upcoming mixtape, "Senioritis". 

Beat produced by Nique Musiq: https://www.youtube.com/user/Sinclaird23

//Lyrics

/For the record, i’m just another high school graduate
not to brag but i’m a superlative adjective
polarising like my goggles, north to south like magnetism
law of attraction, I bring reaction like a catalyst
i see your stunned faces glued to the radio like panelists
bobbing noggins to my stereo knowledge, can’t fathom it
how could them scarabs from arab lands turn to analysts
get the pacifists to enjoy watching them asses kicked
who knows how the wicked picket fences have altered our lenses
resurrect the senses, feel offended when you meant it
no longer shall the gentrification order the nation
to succumb to the tastes of another brother in grey coloured laces/


/for the record, i’m just another perspectionist
perfected my perceptive efforts to make another accept them
aint no professor so no preaching or teaching a lesson
those that dont see my side aint blind, if they hating just let them
there aint no right or wrong if no ones there to judge a player
there aint no north or south if brothers didnt draw an equator
so let’s just talk about life, the way we see or hear
i’m me and thats the only thing i’m sure about so whats to fear 
grin or sneer,
smoulder or tear up
duck duck grey goose and upchuck
pressed to three cheers
the recipe is don’t let em get in your business
cuz at the end of day, the one who lived this
was you/

For The Record (Prod. Nique Musiq)

you think you slick huh?

A track I made re-using one of Joey Bada$$'s "1999" beats, from Survival Tactics. Follow RFDR on:
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Lyrics:

This is my thriller horror movie pitch dont forget it
The life that high school children in my city used to living
Chilling how the heat can get us shivvin in our boots
The only way to get by is to live in cahoots
I’m fresh outta school, but never fresh outta knowledge
I serve my schpeel, hot as meals like porridge
Composted children, raised to fertilize another’s goddess
You’d question what the point of living was if it wasn’t promised
In the west, growing up would be a test
looking over your shoulder’s constant, no lemon zest
turn 18 and fend for yourself, best you take a loan and pay it back your whole life
whatevers left i guess
Compressed like files, contest like flies for liquorice
just my time, unless im dying for getting rich
just my crime, unless im buying the homies shit
just my life, you cant find another like
me-me-me you-you-you 
we-we-we croissants for three 
and some we-we-weed, please
we spending sock money outta our pockets
working 9-5, 
working 5-9,
night grind fight time, time to cash our profits
my pops told me not to fuck around until im grown and popping
you never know when the show might stop, and death might knock
it just might not, wait till your old and rotting
in the east
you’re born either rich or poor
the grey areas for those that raise their kids abroad
it never pays to be a gummy bear hundredaire, 
we’d play ball in floppers dreaming they were nike airs
and round and round it went, the days and sleepless nights we spent
searching for meaning when we knew our lives were predetermined
and while my parents never told me what to do with my life
i’m ‘posed to get grown, make a living, get given a wife
and thats the regular, homies dont turn questioners
unless you show em that your poems are irregular
or that your passion aint in cashin while your young and regular
but in laughing with your pals in cities they’d have dreamt about, check it
this the record that questions lessons we’re taught as lil cretins
why ask us what we wanna be when we’re like 6 or 7
even when we're legal, we’re still just guessing
we dont know how the world works or why the sun’s a blessing
we’re just tryna go with the flow, walking or joggin
no one here’s a friend or foe and yet my presence is a problem 
I stirrup shit like i’ve jumped back on the horse
no time to pour up, shit, i’ve gotta speak up in morse
beep beep, the homies pulled up with the uber
beep beep beep, i wont be stopping till im super
beeep powerful, S on my chest, scarlet A on your breast pocket
You need to try it 'fore you go and knock it
Some of these bars may not get,
The school award for most shocking, but truth bombs are plenty dangerous if I'm the worn who's boutta talk shit
dont need a match to spark this
and ‘fore i leave this track bruised and slapped limp
lemme give your a doozie that makes your ass think
when will your last pimp turn into your last pimp
drink, wink and link til your navel turns elastic
don’t need a strong arm to get you in a vice grip
better not to strongarm your vices for they require asprin
and lots of acting, to show your buddies you were doing fine
when under the pressure you’ve been cracking
and like the kraken, all we see’s a facade
and yet you stay awake thinking why no one’s on your side
‘cept the doc’s prescription for never having a night’s sleep
and a baseball bat in case you meet the night creep

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