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FUCK HER Ver 4 (Unfinished)

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RIP ROBERT SANDIFER

this is Part X, I made it in 90 minutes

I’ve tried love
Six some times
And it’s died
All but once
It’s all right
Please don’t lie
To me twice
I’m too nice

I’m that guy
To give you all of mine
And help you all the time
Give you my life
Put it on the line
In the end I cry
Cause only one
Is here by my side

So… I’ll just go
I’ll hit the door
You don’t want me no more
It’s okay, though
So… I’ll just go

just another idea for Unorthodox

LOVE, SLOWED (FREESTYLE, NOT WRITTEN)

Why do we beat on
Our own people?
Why the police won’t 
Treat us like equals?
Why do we shoot guns?
All of us evil
Why do we pull stunts?
Evil knievel 

Drugs laced up, giving us seizures
Y’all faked up, oh so facetious
12 maced up, giving us beatings
Y’all fucked up, gave me a reason 
Y’all so tough, till you ain’t breathing
Y’all grow up, listen to teachers 
Y’all know what, I wanna feature
I am a preacher, I am a deacon 
I’m gonna reach ya, kill alla ya demons 
Fucking the beat up and teach you a reason 
I am more seasoned than they were believing
Been bumping speakers since I had an inkling 
Nine years old, punching them keys in 
12 years old, strumming with fingers 
13, started doing the beating 
14 started selling the weed in
14ths except on the weekends
15, was sentenced to be friends 
With some niggas been with me to the deep end, fuck what you thinking 

You got me F U C K E D UP, fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? 
You got me F U C K E D UP, fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? 
You got me F U C K E D UP, fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? 
You got me F U C K E D UP, fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? 

Fuck all the niggas
Who think that they hittas
Who say they pull triggers
When really they shitters 
Fuck all the bitches
Who think they get bigger
From posting they titties
All up over twitter
Fuck the politician 
Need your permission 
To Sign a petition
About the emissions
Say fuck the tradition
Of dumbass physicians
Their only decision
Insurance submission

Why do we beat on
Our own people
Why the police won’t 
Treat us like equals 
Why do we shoot guns
All of us evil
Why do we pull stunts
Evil knievel

Why do we beat on
Our own people
Why the police won’t 
Treat us like equals 
Why do we shoot guns
All of us evil
Why do we pull stunts
Evil knievel

You got me F U C K E D UP, fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? 
You got me F U C K E D UP, fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? 
You got me F U C K E D UP, fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? 
You got me F U C K E D UP, fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? Fuck you mean? 

forgot to mention:
one third of black men- been to prison
we ain’t meant to win this
And that’s why black women
Got five times the visits
To abortion clinics
While a white Christian
Condemns them for sinning
Instead of helping fix it
And changing the system
We call em bitches
Make Easy Money, Pimping 
Hoes In Style, that’s Memphis
go to Genius
Read this shit written
I’m finished

F U C K E D U P (RIP TYRE NICHOLS)

Mike's Rap Reference Track

This shit is too fuckin real
Really ain't ready for this bruh

Mamas in the bottom of a bottle, lotta trauma (damn)
Me and Millie making music, escaping the problems (real)
Come summer, papas partially here, hardly father (fuck em)
Mama lost it, arguing about apartment options

Mary Lillie departed,
papa got farther apart, acting retarded
Fucking on women, they’re twenty something, his vision is stuck in rooms
with Barbara and teenage bitches
But mama’s smarter, victim and a martyr,
had his daughter, heard em cheating,
sipping vodka while she’s watching,
weighing options while in Cabo,
long way from Alton

*grandma*
Hey there Mr. J! It’s Gran.
I was calling cause I wanted to talk to you and check on ya.
And so, uh, when you get the message, and you have some time…
 just let me know you’re doing okay.
You can call me or just text me if you don’t have a lot of time to talk.
So, follow through please sir.
I love you! I’ll talk with you later

…fuck…

I don’t mean to sound too preachy
Cause my words be bit too churchy
We know life just ain’t that easy
Not peaches, no Justin Bieber
Cutting bowls out the bottom of two liters
Had to hold that shit together, when I cut my damn finger
Remember granny had Activa, think sativa made me evil
Didn’t pick up my phone either, now grammy is in the Ether
So I can’t reach her…
Just wish that I could see her
Wish I wasn’t as conceited

Yeah that’s true

Mamas in the bottom of a bottle, lotta trauma (damn)
Me and Millie making music, escaping the problems (real)
Come summer, papas partially here, hardly father (fuck em)
Mama lost it, arguing about apartment options (no)
Mamas in the bottom of a bottle, lotta trauma (yeah)

Rather be me than be nothing
Rather see things than be focused
Rather smoke weed than be sober
Rather bachelor than a husband
Rather bastard than be perfect
Rather get hit and be hurting
Than my life end up real boring

Yeah that’s true
Yeah that's true
Yeah that's true
Yeah that's true
Yeah that-

Mamas in the bottom of a bottle, lotta trauma
Me and Millie making music, escaping the problems
Come summer, papas partially here, hardly father
Mama lost it, arguing about apartment options
Mamas in the bottom of a bottle, lotta trauma

Follow through, please sir. I love you… talk with you later

LOTTA TRAUMA

The Highs We Wasted (interlude) ft. $IXK

Fuck the World (an addict forgetting love)

ROSES PROD. CANIS MAJOR

The sample flipping GOAT

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LOTTA TRAUMA

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