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Verse 1
Eyo once upon a rhyme some time not long ago
There was a little knuckle headed brat with awesome flow
Yo he would dream that he'd get money and cars and blow
But when he woke up this kid he thought he lost his soul
His teachers said he came across as slow but they ain't know
'Bout the struggles that would bubble in his awkward skull
Every morning like a nightmare walking to class rocking some
Busted up nike airs no one would laugh but the
Feeling was still right there homie didn't speak
He thought the holes he felt inside his soul were only in his sneaks
He spent a lot of time at home mostly with his peeps
Would've played outside but it was cold and lonely in the streets
Thinking why would God throw me in this beast
And deep into the night he would hold his dreams closely in his sleep
Man around the time the skies blew up his moms moved
With music by his side as he grew up yo this is my story

Verse 2
And then high school
Came shorty was going through his resistant stages
Distant faces fam moving through different places
This kid was anxious so his style stayed inside
Cause blazing by from town to town made him shy
A loner who hung around his corner with a few friends
Some were snakes some were true kin just doing
The same shit that you would do if ever you've been
Inside the shoes of students of the game trying to prove then
That you and your bro not punks he grew status
And traded his new balances for low top dunks
Kicking rhymes in the lunch room just him and his mans
For different fans 'fore they even had a business plan
Yo they was mad young only pen and pads no one had funds
But still they found a way to laugh and just have fun
He graduated even though he played a fool
Something changed when he went away to school though

Verse 3
Right before the first LP and twelve G's later in school loans
It was time to kill the game and put these haters in tomb stones
He flew home his crew grown his plans in tact
They didn't hesitate and started making slamming tracks
The fam was back his world lifted but something shifted in his
Brain shit was strange he started looking as his girl different
He saw a lot of ups and downs smiles shrugs and frowns
And stressful nights going to work rocking button downs
Relationships would teeter in and out of danger
From anger to see his pops treat him like a stranger
The pain that it brought about was not a lot of good
He kept it to himself that's probably why nobody understood
He would spit a sentence and emit it in a song
'Til he was calm and felt as if his enemy was gone
A chemistry was spawned this little nigga's energy was strong
It was on as soon as Illin' Spree was born

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from Words Worth a Thousand Pictures, released October 13, 2017

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