1. |
Brown Baby
02:43
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3rd generation Parents
Built America
My blood African
They taught us
Drug trafficking
Head of household
Gold standard mindset
Got it out the mud
Wit our melinated intellect
From street rules to
Boardrooms
From layaway to
Options
I keep it stock
Like OGs
And now a 100 units
In my pocket
Lord
Too much spirit in em
Got em on a black binge
My reflection proud
That's the daily goal now
Full Moon it soothes
My Brandy brown skin
Leroy glow is the soul
Of every Darkchild
Live ya purpose
Stand strong
Do right
Love ya kids
Absorb the sunshine
My energy is
Inner genius mastered
From a small plug
To universal adapter
Hook:
Tried to
Burn us down
But couldn't
Kill The Roots
On a Quest for Love
Plant seeds for
The fruit
Darker the berry
Sweeter the juice
Glow brown baby
Go brown baby
Grow brown baby
Go brown baby
Ya know we built
The pyramids
They still shocked
How we make blocks
Disappear
I was put here
To persevere
Deeper than
A boosters purse
Get ya signal clear
5G meant different
In the hood
Only God Given Gangstas
Got Goods
So we're left wit
What we're given
Gotta get it right
Before Grandma get ya
Made of
The blood that
Made me
A Wiz at this shit
Still sing blues
For Nipsey
My kids know
Always find the stars
Just in case
They forget
They're Gods
I write yall
As strong as
Jail bars
Same ones
That I received
From moms
She knew back then
That black lives mattered
Now wealth curls
Like my daughters
Hair pattern
I'm gone
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Idols becoming
Rivals
It's time to
Line up the
Main event
This Lebrons
Barber
I'm whippin
That glue
To make it stick
Demeanor slick
As Italians get
Bring the sauce
And unload
The Clipse
And I
Let em fly
They singing Soprano
Big pussy bitches
Switchin positions
Like Pac
Should've did
In Vegas
Off wit ya roof
And call em
JFK related
Judas snitched
To Lucifer
Then took the bread
And ate it
Got participation trophies
Now these niggas
Think they made it
Lord
Dictate how the
Cards fall
The natives taught me
It's a sin to cut (Seneca)
Smoke signals off
Naturally aggressive
Spirit animals
A hawk
Once the
Sun peaks
It's a zoo (Tzu)
When in (Winning) this Art of War
There's blood
On my knuckles
I fight for what
I believe
Lovely ladies
Love me for
Power & plus
The speed
Sam Darnold
Pick 6
Then turn em out
Indeed
Jetting on
Big Pussy
To double up
What I mean
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4. |
Power
02:53
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This got that
Making of A Legend
Feel
They made a
Legend of em
Manigault
Wit Kobe Skills
His feet don't
Touch the ground
Tell you this
Brotha mile high
Just look up
At the stars
You'll see em
In ya skyline
Imagination is the
Factory that
Breeds legends
My wheels
Stay turning
Like loading screens
Patience
So productive
Seductive
Sensible
Sentient of
A modern man
Empathetic
And educated
I played my hand
I got a lot
At steak
Marinade it
To cook it well
My flavor medium
Balance active
On every scale
Whiskey & apple
Sippin
Apple Jack
Thats Sho Nuff
Money & Blood
Circles
6 years after
The Cold Crush
Cruising the
City
Boyz In The Hood
Furious stylez
Look how I'm coasting
I'm ghosting
A nigga before
I drown
I'm locked up
Dreading
The direction
I'm purplexed in
My vocals
A bayonet
Just a rig in
A Lethal Weapon
Hook:
When I was down
Yo all I wanted
Was Power
My family legacy
Bred me to
Get Power
Books I read
Out of school
They taught me
Power
Now anything on
My plate
I just devour
Now anything in
The way
I just devour
Momma was
A gangsta
My pops in the
Books
For business clout
I'm in & out
All for Ocean's 11
Bank accounts
John Malvo melanin
Clip em
After I peep
Em out
Jealousy scorns
They swipin em
Outta pictures now
I'm riding
Full synthetic baby
I'm at peak performance
Full body cardio
Tellin you short
This breads endurance
This breads intelligence
Just read ya books
And keep em close
This Wu Tang sagas
An opera
Shurrie will tell
You so
This Sickle Cellien
Move as swift
As a cheetah do
Hell of an alien
Fuck the border
I pivot through
This shit is
Pivotal
Truth is
A club of miracles
I got my ticket
So we can kick it
Like interludes
Stash spots
Was leather couches
Or
Heating vents
The raw hide
Grown off mine
Could warm
The Grinch
I handle money
Shorty handle
The law
Down ass in a suit
Lookin like
Maxine Shaw
Power
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5. |
Anger Issues
03:06
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I shook depression
Like dogs shake off
The water
Then flipped the script
Like I'm Damian
Angel wings for the flossing
Got em a lil darker
Inspired by Biggie lyrics
Black timbs & hoodies
Just feel good
In my spirit
I've manifested
Devilish handsome
Banter
Keep it smooth
Like I'm Frasier
I'm such a Kelsey wit Grammer
The answer to
Allen's question
The trinity Lethal Weapon
Rig ya life to C4
And blow out ya menorah candle
Shalom
So abrasive wit dialog
Raise my green
Like Draymon dog
Yours short
Like WB frog
My brother Walt
Kept batteries in my back
Like FAO Schwartz
On Christmas eve in the store
Showed me I could do more
Like I'm Bruce Willis
And Ashton Kutcher
Google that if you
Don't get the picture
A Demi God whose
Effervescence is
Delicatessen magnifique
I spit a bar
They cheer for me
Like it was emmy week
Black & Gold livin
Egyptian wit
Hieroglyphic speech
Tut had Sickle Cell
So this Kings blood
Makes my heart complete
Corona virus how
I can connect the people
19 when I
Became a connect
Can't tell whose more lethal
My heart beats a
Little different though
Morals & this murmur
Is murder
I gotta live it though
The same shit
I sit back & I drink
The facts
Pissin out the truth
Can't dilute the views
Of an artifact
Planted in time
The tree of knowledge
I've grown from
The apple that spawned
Newtons thoughts
I'm the chosen one
Golden
In everything
That you see me on
Class of 84'
Check my stats
Lakers LeBron
You've got a lot on your chest
I've cried too much
To ever let you
Disrespect me
Love led me to war
Blood shooting
Like Wayne Gretzky
Ice cold I've turned
Like Corona bodies
At Mach speed
These blades
No mascarade
I'm the sickest stick
Since an IV
In the hospital
Where you find me
Callin shots like
It's billiards
This Uncle Phil
I'm the new Zeek
Episodes of trauma
This diorama
Gets dark bro
Wilmer Valderrama
Connects in time
For them white shows
My daughter's dreams
Lead my morals to
Any means
Aggression bites
Till you dust
Gotta calm it down
Wit a spiked drink
Pops passed the blade
As a youngin
Shit I was shocked
I had it open
And ready
Phase 3 fresh
Outta New York
Gotta state ya purpose
This Buffalo
Don't get nervous
It's hard to keep
It calm
Thru this walking
Funeral service
Never a gangsta
Inspired by early morals
Only 3 piece suits
And a pocket watch
Keep it thorough
Untouchable fashion options
Crime led my design
An 80s baby
What else can run
In my mind
Only Nia Long
On a Friday
Remember
One of them trips
I got to it while
Singing Sade
Them dollar bills
My niece needed
New bibs
My pops
Rent for the crib
Daycare money
The shit
Pampered by
My women
I couldn't live
Any different
But trust it's
Reciprocal like
An Uno board
When you winning
Reverse the favor
Skip over the naysayers
Got those that'll
Draw 4s
My wild cards are amazing
Know that
I'm the one
Like the 13th hour
I gave you Power
Like Starz
Need it all
Not half a dollar
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7. |
One Love Returned
04:42
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I remember when he Handed me jewels Waist was still burning From bustin off the roof An OG Those bullets Tore through dreams When he passed jewels He passed more than gleam Those park benches Still give me the chills White rocks in my pocket Chalked my life ills Was only 12 So the vest a lil loose Pitch 8 balls like Sandy Koufax My thirty deuce All of my choices Made me who I Am Nas album titles Scripted out the plan Bubble vest Skully still on tilt Roll better weed Tide out the guilt Cheffing these skills Grams of fish scale Bubbled on the stove all day Thanksgiving dinner For all fiends always Now these
Are secrets From my past Rock that King piece Let em know We stll fam I got you
Hook:
One love returned
The bridges
We never burned
One love & loyalty
Only be our concern
So I stacked enough Paper to get us out the jects Fiends in the hallway Grey lips and sweat Got moms, pops & my lil brother Stomach on growl Just a hustlers hunger Playing in the jungle like Simba in a rumble My birth marks a burner Was born For the gunning This Black boy stunning White girl pumping I gotta Get Out My man Nas taught Me something When the pistol blows The one that's murdered Be the cool one So if I shoot late I Gave You Power Get to loopin Can't play these streets For long Notre Dame fighting stance A right hook from God Shit is sad fam Left wit no choices We scream our pain The voice of the voiceless Shit ain't the same But it's all karma Damn I should've listened Been a lil calmer Shit
In my blaze of glory Got the streets in rage Capped cons for squad Never been for games The Genesis of a
Marvelous breakdown
Shots rang off the roof
They eventually rain down
They pocket watching
Pleasant time for informants
I'm tryna call my options
While stock is at peak performance
The air is different today
I'm feeling paranoid
Played too much Beanie Sigel
Collabed wit Ghetto Boys
Could this all be The Reason?
Serenade inner demons
I dance wit devils
In the pale moon light
I'm at the top of my game
Supplied demand for
A name that when
They jammed up
They always seem to write down
So here we go again
From a boy to the pen
Unless this tre duece
Handle the problem like
It's Jim Brown
That leaves the question
Of did I learn any lessons?
What's the point of
A jewel if it only
Lies in a necklace?
I'm just tryna
Give my perspective
Real eyes realize
Real lies then real dies
Sick & tired of
This trajectory
I'm living proof
But will it prove
To be the death of me
It's at this moment
I feel the chill from
The benches
Plotting my exit
The murderer
Makes his entrance
It doubles back to
The cat I shot on the roof
Nas told me to
Keep an eye out for Jake
But not for dude
Fuck
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8. |
Runnin'
03:00
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When you run out
Of options it's time to
Walk in ya purpose
This time
It's for the money
Rolexes show where
The worth is
It lies in the milliseconds
Like plaintiffs do
To juries
When anger caused you
To dead em
Game is passed down
Like Monopoly boards
Luxury tax my speech
Gems heavy as old caddys
When Granddaddy
Scooped Grandma
Lead her to forever love
Chicks surfboard
In my tub
Shit I'm a legend
Play the background
Like the wind in the trees
If you catch every bar
That I leave
We'll grow together
Generational wealth
Breaks generational curses
I'm taking the bumps
And bruises
So my children can
Flourish better
Break it down to
The letter whenever
I study lessons
Read ya books
Find ya blessings
Look a man in his eyes
Whenever you
Shaking hands
The eyes show the
Heart of his plan
Nowhere to run
Hook:
We're running out of
Time
Past the 4th quarter
You ready for overtime?
That dollar puts
Ya name in the game
You want the fortune
Or fame?
What you running for?
Ya first or ya last name?
I said it all before
I wanted to push to start
Slammed the brakes
On the fakes
And kicked em out the car
Refused to let the fumes
Of the negative
Stain my seats
Now I seduce
The truth
And got the facts
On her knees
These a different set
Of commandments
This the shit that you do
When life ain't end up
How you planned it
Never again subservient
To one
All ya eggs in a basket
Ya crack em
And then ya done
That goes for
Any hustle or plot
You got for the top
Falling in love wit WAP
Can get you whacked
On ya block
Pillow talk gets you
3 hots & a cot
Or resting eternally
Dapper Dan inside of
A box
Can't starve a
Man that is hungry
Reverting to
Who I was
Before the world
Gotta hold of me
Now what you gon'
Do wit that?
Tired of running
So how you wanna react?
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All my sweaters
Dropped to
The cleaners
It's time to
Rock the coat
Army jacket
On me
My skully tilts
Adebisi quotes
This wonderful
World of OZ
Wands once waved
Became blood stains
For art
Had to double back
My omissions
I've mentioned
My insecurities
Lawrence
Wit good intentions
But my bad side
Is Tommy in Belly
I'm just a younger beast
Call me Tommy
Yea I'm the white one
If you wanna feast
My man smokes
Black & milds
As we reminisce
Our losses
We toast
For what is now
Hobbies into hustles
Pursuits that I chose to see
Blood sweats out
The fears
Fuck tears & ashy cheeks
Hadn't graduated
I started
With no degree
Flippin business
Bank accounts
Like overdraft fees
Faithful paying taxes
Was a change of pace
Giving to a county
That failed my people
Like Math A
But I made
That shit work
My nigga
Picked my own cotton
For these
Garments of worth
Figured I was an Ace
After watching Paid In Full
Memory lane drove me
To present & future jewels
OGs said
Never play
Hide & Seek with a fool
Cuz a fool ain't got no patience
That's when
Snitching ensues
True
Always know ya place
In a room
Always know ya worth
Before making
Any business moves
Know ya competition
Maximize on
Their flawed views
Kill the pillow talk
Leave wet sheets
Then grab ya shoes
Dude
Don't be a waste
Then youre
A victim to chase
And
There's so few
Who escape
So don't wait
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11. |
Withdrawls & Memoirs
04:09
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Early morning rising
I stare myself in the eyes
Yea, I can find my soul
But I grapple with
Every why?
Why do I push a leave
When all I want is a stay?
Riding the train of pain
But knowing I'll walk away
Knowing I look for good
But I'll discover the opposite
The realness of a realist
Is realer than what
You bargained for
Why do I continue writing?
If I ain't pump these words
Wit my beats
My heart would die silent
Methods of madness
Wit metaphors
Perfectly perfecting
My imperfections
I'm falling hard
Withdrawals from what
I cut myself off from
The strong one
Highly favored to many
In the bellows wit
The lost ones
Backed myself into
A corner
The war drums
Got me dancing wit
Mental health issues
Until the law comes
Black tie affair
Wit my mental millionaires
Loaded wit all our vices
Cuz withdrawals are
Like a vice grip
Hook:
Withdrawals from
What I love
Memoirs from
Who I am
I put it all
On the line
Shake the dice
And rollin em
Where I stand
I did it all
For love
Lost it all
For the same
Hell it sure
Felt good
Now you see
I'm withdrawlin
From all the pain
It's a bitch recognizing
That ya lyin
To ya self
Vices alcohol & love
Tipping depths of
The Libra scale
I can't sleep so its
Causing a mental deficit
Took too long
For this song
Depressions such a
Prerequisite
Marvin Gaye questions
I'm asking
What's Going On?
Michael Jackson
Off The Wall
But all the glitter is gone
Let me take a second
For pain
Cobain in the brain
Can't blow away
What I've gained
Care about the insane
When you
Outta ya mind
Put a rod to the rich
In a box ya spending
Time
A different kid
Wit PTSD
Post traumatic stress
From givin chicks
The D
Fuck the stress I go through
Can't be fathomed
Or believed
Glory wit out
A story is
Just a fable of dreams
Writing to stop
The shakin
Drinking more
To remember
Memoirs are like
A bar tab
Charging
Regretful feelings
Pour up
Hook
I thought that
I could floss
The walls
Of regret
Tears hit like
A decathlon
And sweat
But it's all for no
Rebuttal
Haunted words of
I love you
Seems to mist
The glass of
Moments
Long lost past
So here I go
Wit the flask
I won't let
The shit let up
Or is it that
I can't?
In love with
Loves last dance
My momma
Wrote in letters
Never let em
Take advantage
She knew
My emotions
Different
Views of a
Parent predicted
Listen
Here I
Am again
Staring at
Street lights
I'm writing
In the hospital
Pain
Gives me
Insight
Towel soaked
In tears
Hard to write
When I'm like
This
Letters keep
Getting glossy
Dilaudid dont
Ever cross me
Soul ties wit
Soft eyes
I've kissed
Hours of conversation
Synced heartbeats
And bliss
They smile for me
Encourage me
To do better
They sense the
Self destruction
Why
None of us
Are together?
I seen
It's hard to
Love somebody
Who doesn't
Love themselves
That's why I'm
Talking to yall
This'll be
In they emails
I'm undone
Unraveled
And spun
Gone from
The motion
Sickness
Of
Love Boats
Blown up
Sent em in
Life rafts
I went down
Wit the ships
At the bottom of
The ocean
Titanic
For last kiss
Whats the reason
For this?
I'll answer it
Never leaves
To me love
Is a promise
That will never
Bring me peace
The Memoirs
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Every time
Loved ones die
This'll live in
My mind
Feel I urn
Every casket
Cuz of
Boxes I forgot
To check
I swear on earth
I Love You
Made sure that
I showed you
That
Fuck
What time
Already did
Time can never
Take that
Sickle Cell
Characteristics
You always got my back
I always got yours
The fuck they
Mean had?
Yall wiped every tear
That ever fell
On these heating pads
If not physical
Our spirits
Were in tune
Yall the reason
There's these clouds
On my chest
Stars
And the moon
Stars is yall
Moon is I
2 more stars
For what 2018
Deprived
Now I
Hit my brother
Angel
I need a scribe
One of the true
In them
Hospital halls
Times I
Almost died
Luck won't do it
Cuz I need
Yall by my side
Still
Put
Yall over
My heart now
Did death bring
Us closer?
Wow
Wet pillows
The worst when
Sex doesn't
Precede it
Now I'm back to
Gettin drunk
Everyday
My uncles demons
Cup in my hand
Where her heart
Used to sit
Now she hittin
Up the lawyers
She tired of
Being dismissed
Dis Mrs.
Well former
Fuck it
Even why bother
Keep my head up
For my daughter
Leave these tears
On the bottle
Your honor
Yea I did it
On purpose
I killed that side
Of my soul
And did it
Cuz she was
Worth it
I loved her
Way more than
I ever did myself
Fuck if
I still do
I'm just writing this
For my health
My mind plays
Different
It's always stuck
On the past
Seems my heart
Is Brett Favre
Steady body slammed
On the grass
I ask
That you
Do good for
My son & ya self
Please let ya
Creativity flourish
If nothing else
I can't be buddy buddy
Or even look
In ya eyes
Lived together
So long
And it hurts
That we had
To die
Goodbye
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13. |
7 p.m. Group Therapy
06:24
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