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Playlist:    • Household Studio  

Lyrics:
2016 I was a freshman aged 14
Went to school with Hopes in my heart that I would be king found out pretty quickly that in life it's hard to stay clean popping 40s whenever I hid inside the latrines

Elementary was okay my friends they weren't far away they helped me deal with this pain and we thought nothing would change,
So innocent and naive,
Give me a cent and I'll leave
Cash didn't matter to me
Just living comfortably

But that doesn't matter when you're older you need the batter only way to keep this ball soaring is to grind yourself to antimatter, for example I'm only seventeen and yet I work all week feel like I'm seventy stuck in the seven seas
Look at me grinding everyday and still I find the time to write rhymes and put together a whole album in no time, spread the Heinz up on the beat and ima eat the flows low tide hear the chimes and that's me coming bumping webby in the ride,

All those days of loathing my pounds
All those days of loafing around
All those years of hitting the ground
All my life been running a route
Been so long its part of me now,
Just like the weed that has carried me out,
I've rapped since i was a wee little guy, before I smoked all this weed to get a lil high proceed through the sky brains all the way in Dubai, but Ontario's my home don't misread that line stampede is me while I cheer banzai guaranteed to fly cause I spit so thai. Take a breath and slow it down cause pot smoke took my lungs to town, and filled the channels with my sound, I'm proud you've all been hearing now.

My minds a lab I'm cooking tracks,
Like Walter White I have a knack,
A whole LP without set backs,
I write my rhymes on paperback,
When I spit you best step back
My flow creates a maniac,
Who squeals the tires of cadillacs
And pins the gas with kids in back,

My point is when I do attack
You start to laugh, say yo that's wack
But you will eat your tongue in fact
When my flow splits your brain in half
I'm new to this but don't be daft
My blood is ink and all it crafts
Is bars that shape into a raft
That floats above all these attached
Rappers to their contracts, while I'm working subcontracts and nailing down this flooring just tryna make me a few racks so I can go and replace all you sissy rappers bra straps my first LP up in the game so hot it melts your fake mask.

But should I really say that? Cause I barely got 2 fans last one broke about a month back, the other one is dusty barely cools me off its musty, I guess that answers why I'm hot hit every soundtracks g-spot,
(Because you can't find a women's?)

Come on dude that's immature, act your age or older sir, I hate these kids my age who always rage about the cage they've put themselves into but don't engage in ways to make it better for them check the gauge it's under pressure,

Ease up on the stress you're causing center yourself around my sparring kids our age all have a calling and all that matters is when were starting see as we grow and keep evolving we gain our voice the world's ignoring, we'll make the change they're all avoiding and fix this place to see the morning,

I hope someday I can afford it, and be one of the kids who pour it all into a page and know that someone else will go enjoy it, whatd I do for fun before this, smoke alone pretend to notice all my issues turn so gorgeous till they broke me down ford focus,

Welcome to the album tho, I hope you all enjoy it spent so long just tryna write it tho
a whole 16 inside my brain just fell out let the party know, each and every track is different pick your fave and let me know, I'm on my own but got a ghost he let's me know when shit gets old, but dont think that he writes his hands are tied behind a beaten pole, the very pole I use to bounce ideas off to reach my goals, hit the crossbar everytime but this time ima make my goal,

Like the soccer reference I played that till I got severence, evidently got a presence, there's no need to be jealous, I am a menace, and I have no fucking time for you peasants the clock is ticking down to go time and I wont get you presents so serve your sentence it's not christmas but I feel very pleasant, and maybe it's because my album serves as antidepressants, that doesn't matter tho, my point is that I want independence, I wanna become my own boss and rock crowds like evanescence,
I'm running out of time but I don't wanna drop the microphone this shits been in my hand since I was just a little embryo, welcome to my house I'm sure we'll find yourself a movie roll, and formally welcome everyone to household studio,