Lyrics
He’s Calling my mom reclaiming her son I’m nobody’s son i  traded my gods for a gun 
I paid  the tab but prayed for what
Some people pay but some people chase
Decide what you take
Rate me with grade three A’s same as money 
 I feel safe spin hit with combo double A B left A 
Kick flip spin interface 
I’m able to make and able to take
The table is open for people to play
Hitting the rap game demanding some change
got killed for a handful of change


Cause I’m wrong
For being sung
 I woke up
On the wrong song


It’s payday not a game just making my way
In the Same maze that drives me insane
Took the L train to dodge the parade
But I don’t feel the same
cause I don’t feel my face
Drinking shots to sedate the pain up all in my veins 

I can’t believe how 
I need to see how
Too big to be out
Too small to be housed


I broke the laws of physics to float above  rap gimmicks reaching the top district fuck it it’s the same old gimmick 

He’s helping my mom while raising her son
I’m nobody’s son  I adopted alifewithnorod
I prayed for help now I’m working for debts
Some people hate the way I’ve changed 
I decide who I am 

Don’t stop keep playing t’ill the
Punk pop got colors that I 
Don’t rock wear  black in my
New job 

It’s like do this but don’t do that for what I got
 Is blood I drop I gave a lot I killed the spot
I miss the shot we missed a lot

PURPLE MADE (E)

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