Branch Out

by Mr. DGAF

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released February 17, 2015

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Track Name: Pound Cake
Fuck sitting on computers man
Two years moving music pursuing
A losing pursuit it’s confusing I do it to do it
But losing the juice, getting sick of these excuses to boot it
I’m feuding with logic creating a debut for this music
That’s shooting with Rockets, like Houston with harden
Losing the target audience it’s obvious I gotta choose what I’m doing
Either a hobby or for profit but there’s fuel in me probably
To take a knife to throat of the fools that was hard on me
Choose an artery and point from the arc of this archery
Honestly I could see all of these sheep and slaughter them all
Or we stall and show em we’re smarter than they thought that we oughta be
Pardon me, who am I to judge?
I’ll hold grudges till I’m buried in shit
And show love a lot less than I care to admit
I’m only human but that’s rarely unfit
Barely a kid, can’t complain
I’m at an age where preparing to live
Got me choosing where I’ma chill
And where to begin
Living on a prayer and whim
Cause I don’t know where I’ma fit
In the scheme of this rap shit
I’d easily crack, split and fold
Under pressure I’m embarrassed as shit
Making songs for myself isn’t gaining a crowd
I need it now, otherwise I’ll probably carry this with me
For eternity’s bumping that new shit in my new whip
Independent thoughts, move in to my new crib
Emerge from uncertainty perfectly with a few hits
The crew is curious, they haven’t really heard from me
At times I feel like dropping off of the planet
And skyrocket like a comet into oncoming traffic
Meteoric rise, throw dirt if you gotta
But I’ma rock you if you take me granite
I meant to say I was rocky
You better watch who you Russian
Cause I’m a Clubber who blasts
You gonna crash that would make you Apollo
Lil tricky to follow
A lil bit of an oddity with the flow
Still killing it probably
Gonna witness a body
Haamie it’s homicide to stop it
An out of body experience to feel as if you follow a prophecy
Following my heart while protecting it true
I never meant to go project it on you
The lesson is two parts: in one, never think with your heart
And be smart, everything that you’ve got will be robbing
We Arkham, falling deep off the cliff I spot him
Bruce Wayne dressed in the suit
Like, all it takes is the will
A cape doesn’t make you a hero
It’s determined by determination
Patience and skill
I’m debating forreal
Got the capabilities to make a difference but which way should I live?
I’m unsure about the way that I feel
So I raise the stakes and make a change
It’s crazy aye my brains insane but this a crazy place that I’m in
It’s game seven, Laker legend as I play for the chip
It’s either raise or you sink and I’ma play for the win
Kobe fade away is draining make it rain in the building
As anticipation raises again
I’m taking this shit
Crossover and I’m making em miss
It’s all over when I gaze at the rim
Or it’s kinda like the last drive
Superbowl, half-time passed I’ma snatch mine
Past line of scrimmage when I dash I
Have half a mind to back down and slide
But can’t that’s a lie the stands passing by
I glance at my right and dance outta sight
The fans laugh and cry and damn I was right
Cause I passed my own goal without knowing it then
Too busy focused on surroundings than to notice the end
That’s an accurate depiction of life
Looking forward has you missing all the shit on the side
Forgetful at times, but memory’s a tricky solution
Cause spitting the truth has gotten me remembering lies
A criminal mind, but begging for repentance tonight
Aint’ finished sinning but I figured I’d try
Demented inside, I’m sprinting to the end of the line
In both hands when I grip a pair of scissors and knives
A pencil to write, when nothing’s left I’m feeling its right
I’m only spitting not to feel like I’m a quitter inside
Cause everybody banking on the kid that he’ll quit
It’s only fantasy, this isn’t your gift
Be serious, you’re kidding with the lyrics you spit
It’s all feelings and complaining ‘bout the women you miss
And to an extent, I guess they’re right
So hell I’ll try to change it up while you listen to this
But remember y’all killing with missiles
Is all fun till the process makes Godzilla but iller
But I’m not fazed when you call this a beginner
Cause it’s all great till you fall victim of feeling
A victim of bitches with nothing but a million of minutes
Pretending their critics, it’s really not a feeling familiar
But that’s beside the point
Cause life’s a joy
I find a void and strike to match me
While I’m rapping might be crafty
Try and catch me, it isn’t very likely boy
You’re Adidas and I’m Nike bitch
I’m a cheetah and you might be dinner
Etcetera, enough analogies and metaphors
Stacked on eleven four ton beams
Waiting till I let them up
That means I gotta lot of shit to say
You ain’t even seen a fraction of the kid today
Forget complacent bitch I’ve been sitting waiting
Get impatient ready to begin explaining
When in may I’m chilling within a state
I’m not used to, that could work a million ways
And still I feel the skills gonna get me famous
See who’s laughing when the kid has made it
But for now, I’ll be letting it be
Keep it modest and respect when I speak
People comment disrespectful to me
I’m playing dumb saying “yes I agree”
Let em think I’m accepting the feed
But inside there’s a hunger that has yet to be freed
Another hunter that has yet to be seen
Only other way to say it is my plate is
In the making and I’m scraping to the bottom cause I’m ready to eat
Track Name: Gone With a Dream
Never been the one to tire of a daydream
As far-fetched as it may seem, I stay true to the landscape
The days fuse at a fast pace, filling up the gas tank
Black haze, trash in the ashtray
Treat the globe like a blank page, moving only
When I can’t stay, turn the page to relax brains
Each thought like a bubble
I’m blowing fuck it; I hope that when it’s over
No one notice I pop
Cause each shot isn’t clutch
But the moment I dove and drove in
The flo’ I hope the focus isn’t solely on flops
I mean I’m feeling like it’s flames
But the stove isn’t on
He spitting fire
Even if nobody knows that he’s hot
I wanna go astray
The road is blank and I drive
Till the sides of commotion make
Signs of eroding brain
Try to control the change
Spending life grounded in reality
I’d like to just float away

And I’m gone with the wind
Drifting off it’s the thoughts of the kid
Taking shots in a second split scoring again
Ignoring the force that’s pulling me towards, I think I’m gone with the wind
And I’m…..
Gone, going off in the wind
Smoke exhaust in the car dash fogging the tint
Daydreaming of the day people
Remember the name; keep pulling till I’m gone with the wind

Damn, this shit is happening man
20 grand every year just for graduates, man
If money couldn’t buy me happiness
Then why the fuck am I in all these classes then
I can’t understand…..
Let’s assume I get a job after it ends
Gradual shit, 40 K a year, after a year
Assuming all of it is funneled in the college shit
Then half of its clear, only 40 K of debt
Left, that isn’t weird!
But you gotta see the Brightside
Memories and friendships instilled
Will develop for a lifetime
Mix the good with the bad
It’s all the same, cause without one
The other tends to fall on its face
You gotta see the big picture, right
Every day’s an adventure, like
Himalayan hikes on the side
Or a movie or music or when you take a ride
Either way you’re living life
Take what you give or die
Feeling like this isn’t reality
But a fantasy morphed
To distort and warp gradually
Until a force naturally turns
And pulls back, in a minute you snap,
And ignore the world’s gravity


And then you’re gone with the wind
Drifting off it’s the thoughts of the end
Taking shots in a second split scoring again
Ignoring the force that’s pulling you towards, until you’re gone with the wind
And you’re…..
Gone, going off in the wind
Smoke exhaust in the car dash fogging the tint
Daydreaming of the day people
Remember your name; keep pushing till you’re gone with the wind


Comic properties comedy thoughts pondering
Prospering in the drama, continuing on a dream-scape
Following a scene change, falling from off of the top
Of the bottom I’m stalling on the weekdays
But then the week ends,
My liver weakens,
In between sleep and thinking when the dream ends
If it’s a nightmare, screw it
I’m Krueger, and on my right hand, knives clamp
Pushing em through you
Until you fade slow
Ripping it through a blank hole
Riveted picking at anyone figuring kid is gonna lay low
This is the shit I was made fo’
Even as I fade I’ma stay flowing, stay going….
Track Name: Fly So High
It’s amazing what a change’ll hold
Those I hold dear, feel the labor grow
In a year, went from holding you tight
To pushing open in life, whatever road we decide
You should know you my baby doe
Psych, I would rather go black face
In Ferguson, or walk the streets of Florida
With hoodie up, waiting for a crooked cop
Head down, stand straight
Only to shoot, and plant a gun when my hoodie drops
Or walk around a minefield in my size ten wooden crocks
Dancing in a crooked walk, begging for a land mine
‘Fore I have to spend another damn night
Thinking ‘bout, anything around you,
People you know, and any memory you think that you hold
Can die quick in a fire, bitch
How could I desire this?
When it’s clear your confidence is sinking so low
If time’ll heal, try a stitch, if you thinking it’s sew, bitch

No sense talking ‘bout it, be about it
(I don’t think you know)
If you really think about it, how far could I go?
To the moon and back
Fuck that, I’ma shoot past space to where Jupiter’s at
Call home whenever I’m gone though
And tell em the long road never stops, how far should I go?
To the moon and back
Fuck that, I’ma stay right here, where the music is at

It’s funny going from a marble’s stature
To seeing people marvel at you,
See the sculpt and chisel away
Flipping the shit that you say,
Building from in it your typical figure a marble statue
And the shit that you thought attracts you
Under the influence of dumb shit
Suddenly shifts to reverse the beer goggles at you
And reflect the parts you fear that you thought you passed through
If it’s a phase then I’m counting down the days
Till the clock hits zero, I zero in, a hero
No heroine, the fear is so clear within
I’m nearing the finish and
I feel like I hit the top of Everest
And, as I descend,
A news bubble pops up saying that wasn’t it
Cause there’s another fucking mountain
They found and the shit’s taller
So shit, I quit falling and climb from pitfalls and I’m ghost

No sense talking ‘bout it, be about it
(I don’t think you know)
If you really think about it, how far could I go?
To the moon and back
Fuck that, I’ma shoot past space to where Jupiter’s at
Call home whenever I’m gone though
And tell em the long road never stops, how far should I go?
To the moon and back
Fuck that, I’ma stay right here, where the music is at
Track Name: Chains
I never finish what I start
I’ve stalled, I mean I’m stalling
Wait, I meant to say I’m Stallone
With a right hook to loan for anybody who’s boxed in
I’ll probably catch you in a body bag
‘Cause I been digging dirt on you suckas
Like a jolly ranch-er, jolly man till we parlay
I’m bout it bout it only on an off day,
Sautee beef, I’m andre the giant
With three stacks to build toys
Treat me like an outkast, now I’m feeling Big Boi
I’m a kill joy; people think they’ll rattle my cage
Until I show em what I’m planning, now the plan it has changed
The panic is great, Rome through the streets, I’m Cesar
With a sickness I’ve cured like its Planet of Apes
Where’s Franco? I’m stopping the song, wait
You try to lend a hand and get caught between
A rock and hard place

So put your hands in the air if you got one
And we gone party till the break of dawn, (we don’t make alarms)
Get the whip, riding shotgun
Plug the aux in, where taking off (with no brakes at all)
Who gives a fuck if the cops come?
Light it up till they make us stop (till they make us stop)
Until then let the song run
And throw down, till the chains are gone (with no slaves at all)

I’m procrastinating all the time
You probably noticed by the style of the songs I write
Cause each verse has a pause, I’m like, dawg alright
I write the longest lines
And break em up with no care
And no flow, make a beat around it around it a jot shit
Twenty bars in looking back I laugh,
‘Cause I just wrote a half verse and forgot to rhyme
Oh well, call it life, or art, whatever makes it acceptable
For me to do what’s expected or less
And pass it off, like a Hail Mary hoping I open
The door and notice an answer I probably never would get
Fuck it; add it to my bucket list
Right ahead of being president
Of running shit, co-president, the dope residents
Of white, lie avenue
I kill ‘em all, call the shit the My Lai Massacre so…

So put your hands in the air if you got one
And we gone party till the break of dawn, (we don’t make alarms)
Get the whip, riding shotgun
Plug the aux in, where taking off (with no brakes at all)
Who gives a fuck if the cops come?
Light it up till they make us stop (till they make us stop)
Until then let the song run
And throw down, till the chains are gone (with no slaves at all)

I don’t care what the charts have
I want the hearts man,
Take every rhyme I write
And show the value of that,
And it probably wouldn’t fit up on a bar graph
I make shit for the pacifists, do it today
For all the kids who never said fuck you to your face
I can relate, from seeing people bottle it too
Or turning to a bottle just to swallow the truth
I’m acknowledging you,
For every kid had a crush in sixth grade
But never got to follow it through
It’s time for a change; throw your arms through the roof
And zone out, bout as often as it’s possible to
And confess what you love, ‘fore it’s gone and you lose
Cause when it’s said and it’s done, all you’ve got is in you
Yeah, so play the song and get loose
Cause today is the day we acknowledge the truth
Track Name: Dead Presidents (ft. Dimes & Eedee)
[DGAF]
It’s all about the benjamins
That’s why I’m getting it
It’s fifty fifty if I get a sense
Rolling up, as the hours blend,
Foul cerebral, fueling people gassing me
I guess they on that sour diesel
I feel salty, cause ya boy is really crunching the numbers
Like bill cosby, but I’m guessing they don’t fuck with the youngin
The up and the comer, from iphone
To nice mic, and tight flow
I write, write, each night I
Key nice like a typo
Rest in peace to people caught in the struggle
And let em free to all the people out there caught in a bubble
Find solitude in something, shit it’s how I treat rap
People told me not to quit, shit and now I see that
From sitting on the bench, to swishing on the rim
Like I missed it on the tip, no rebounding from that
Like the, black mamba, with skills to match call em
The real, I smash on em then kill, the rap Dahmer
Mad bomber, caught a body, Jap call em Nagasaki
Strap on I’m kamikaze, rap dogs ought to watch me
As I blow up, not a feeling in the world that could touch this high
When I clutch this mic
It’s like my lungs get wide, and my tongue spits fire
In the process I drop stress, come get mine
I wanna stunt, let’s shine, lemme get Jefferson’s
Moving up, pledge allegiance to the fucking dead presidents

[Eedee]
They said the day I spit fire there'd be pigs flyin'
Well Adele just touched down for her tour, homie so sit quiet
All you dick riders saying that I bite Em
I'm showin' some teeth, no teeth? Well alright then
Let me write this without any judgement
Never fear, sweat and tears, I bleed onto this mic like a cut lip
Fuck this, man, I'm ready to go
Anticipations in my voice, and now I'm lettin' it show
I'm feeling up to it like Eedee's day off
Homie the TV stays off because my CD bass knocks
And it's easy, they scoff, but it's hard as shit
When I target this heart of his, it breaks and I'm a part of it
I hardly spin any of you rappers anyway
So to be fair why the fuck should I expect the same?
In the real world, there's not a chance at all
But in this fantasy I'm livin', I don't pass the ball
I won't catch you fall, I don't care enough
The only thing I care about is how I'm livin' in America
Gotta pay the bills, I gotta make it still
I was made to kill, straight spittin' with a Derringer
I've been through the ringer, now my ears ringin'
5 years spittin', grindin', now I show you the picture
Penny for your thoughts - Abe Lincoln this
If there's a shot I'ma take it, stay vigilant

[Dimes]
Young lyrical nigga, spherical figure
I ain't coming full circle, it's three dimensional nigga
The hunger is Ethiopian, wonder if he'll be dope again?
Trials and tribulations to go through like Tyler Perry films
They wanna follow me but I try to tell them please
They look to me like I, I got the key
I show these niggas how to give
All they wanna do is take
Tryna show just how they real
Real facades to show they fake
I don't want no mediocre, competition is behind me
Going fishing, got a vision, what I see ain't Tiny
Yeah I'm faded off of that six pack
Crunching numbers for that click clack
44 for your 38 tell your special ass to just sick back
Buckle up fore you hit that
Cause I ain't breaking, I'ma have to crash
Over your head, or rather under your nose
And nigga ask yourself, did you do the math?
Dead Presidents to chose my path
Three Jefferson's marketing beats, demonic craft
Fallen angels all around me, the way I was taught
Is obsolete, no more repeating bodies lay in a box
Gotta get it how you live it, now that shit'll get you fitted
Cap was burning through your lungs
Brothers shot you gotta quit it
Gotta get it how you live it, casting weight and you will feel it
Daughter looking for her father, baby momma dropping college
Gotta get it how you live it, money gripped your life I get it
Keep on fucking with that yay they'll never see just what you're made of
Track Name: Don't Leave
I feel it’s best, since you would never speak
To me, and everybody says the truth’ll set you free
I speak, on what I’m feeling day to day
Waking make food, straight walk
Class halls, play ball, that’s all
I try to focus up, keep pushing you back
But fantasize about a life
Where I open up, then I look at the past
And see the time of my life
In a vision I don’t know if it’s us
You won’t talk to me, right?
Well fuck that! Call me out the blue
Like you expect me to run back!
I may have been inclined in the past
Now I’m likely to crack
Gimme time and I’ll snap,
Do you want that?!
How the fuck can I forget you
When you pull that shit?
How the fuck can I forgive if you
If you do that still?
Did you expect I’d forget
Flip, let it forgive
That you could fuck with me, and I’d be like “cool, that’s it”. Fuck that

You expect me change to don’t you
Don’t leave if you know me
I expected the same from you
It’s gone be what it’s gone be
But if you think I’ma wait for that
Shit, I don’t know what I would say to that
You expect me change to don’t you
Don’t leave if you know me

I want you back, I’d be lying if not
Think about it every day, keep reminding me
When we were spending time it’s getting easy
Thinking time it had stopped
Maybe that’s why I been focused on rewinding the clock
I remember the first time, palms sweat
Long breaths, confidence gone
All stress blow it off, bet
Settle in, you noticed my pace race
And you told me not to worry; I’m in a safe place
And I believed it, how stupid of me
Thought I knew you, going back had you to a tee
Foolish, I knew it’s stupid
But the flow of it all
Was throwing me off
Screw it, refusing cupid
I wrote you a lot,
You started writing back
Then slowly you stopped
I got defiant asking
You if you had noticed at all
Brush it off, perfect
Fuck a song,
I’m concerned about the long run
Cut another off, worth it

I used to come to you relieving my stress
As of late, you’ve been keeping me vexed
I keep repeating myself, say I’m done
What a lie though know it’s all a cycle
So I’m stuck repeating the steps
I’m an addict this habit is hard to break
I’m cracking it’s falling, wait
I’m starting to contemplate
Our relationship
Fuck the wait, I’ma take this shit
Direct to your face, say what I’ve been saving in
I give it all to you!
Ever since we started this
My confidence falling shit
I fought for you!
And promised we’d be better for each other
I guess, we should acknowledge that you never really loved it
So let’s, call it quits
For good, like, all of this, good bye
Would like just another night but we gotta end
People see us go together and laugh
Whatever, I never let em effect what we had
Track Name: Knock The Hustle
[Dimes]
Martin Luther said peace, sometimes the little way is big though
X said by any means, kill a nigga for Nintendo's
We the people, they said, were created all equal
Words written with the thought of mind that we ain't even people
Man I don't even break the law,
Except occasional, grass slate is naked boy
But still I rate and all this ingrown hate is boiled
To the brim and overflow
Tears are tumbling, stomach rumbling, hungry for revenge and oh
Well is what they tell me?
Police are there to help me
Tell me why I feel this fear, and those blue lights overwhelm me
Why I sit up straight, clear my throat and speak as white as possible
English major responsible for why I drop ebonics from
My voice I lose some bass
My dignity is stripped from me, stare at his blank face
Sir can I see some identity?
Put on that corporate smile, but got on the jay's and fitted
Yeah just follow the instructions, pushing luck brings larger tickets

If you could make it happen would you?
Start from beginning pick the pen up push the mental
The instrumental is flowing but won't get you through
Obstacles try to stop you but the problem is really you, think
If you could make it happen would you?
Start from beginning pick the pen up push the mental
The instrumental is flowing but won't get you through
Obstacles try to stop you but the problem is really you, think

His credentials, he's only spit on Misogyny
Where does he fit in with lyrics that's not as hot as these
Counterparts of his, cause Eedee there ain't no stopping he
Dimes is on the come up, DGAF is in the driver seat
Somewhere in the middle, he's a riddle, Edward Nigma
Started when back to the topic set the canvas for the picture
Of a kid with real potential, yet he didn't have a fixture
Or the outfit of the outlet broke and left, there was a flicker
All these schemes of something bigger, it's the pen that is my trigger
Not to harm another person, but in hopes that it delivers
The success that I envision, not in rapping but in scriptures
Getting awards nominations, winning Oscar for my rigor
But the worlds this heinous mixture, hate and spite creates the quitter
Now the Christian sips his liquor, husband and wifey tries to hit her
If the earth it turns against you, nothings new I guess it figures
Sell your morals while it's thicker, America loves the sinner

If you could make it happen would you?
Start from beginning pick the pen up push the mental
The instrumental is flowing but won't get you through
Obstacles try to stop you but the problem is really you, think
If you could make it happen would you?
Start from beginning pick the pen up push the mental
The instrumental is flowing but won't get you through
Obstacles try to stop you but the problem is really you, think

They hear the work, where the love at?
They said you’ll make it with a catch, where the glove at?
You either sacrifice your time, or your health
In the end, all you’ll have is your rhymes and yourself

Been at it for two years, we put in the wait
Kevin Ware, Paul George, we’re looking for breaks
Keep it cooking, I dream, you see the crooks run
You know my mob deep; all I see is shook ones
Treat a song like a cop, it’s robbery
Cause honestly, I don’t need a reason for the beat, call me Rodney King
In a position where I question myself
Should I focus on the music or the message I dealt
Check the catalogue; I was so eager to start
I couldn’t back-up, hands up! Easy to guard
Fast-forward I fast tracked, from boring
To forming a crew, foreign to you, and never back tracked
Black cap, hoodie black, like I caught a race charge
Other rappers never see the race start, Ray Charles
In the booth, where equality just isn’t the spot
Cause we discriminate on writtens, what you spitting or not
If it’s hot, and you killing it, we fucking with you
But if it’s not, then it’s simple, get the fuck out the booth
Keep it coming the truth spills, I’m mentally fragile
Criminally crippled by the system I back down
Where soldiers overseas are fighting people for hope
Or so they tell us, and let us believe we’re leaving em though
But starting wars without a reason isn’t feasible, so
They keeping peace across the sea but couldn’t keep it at home
See hypocrisy in that? Police probably do
But instincts probably shoot ‘fore they call the kettle black
Fuck it, I’ll stay in my lane
Keep playing the game
But someone’s taking the blame, when I snap and that’s it
Track Name: Running (ft. Eedee)
(Verse 1)
Different time zones, jet lag
Is the least of my problems,
Tonight’s show closed with a thud
I guess that’s, a reason for caution
Like I’d know, ain’t no reason to stop it
All the venues stacked, pack to capacity
Fans gathering rapidly for the sound check
I continue past curfew, grappling fantasy
Coming back to reality as the crowd rests
Downsized on the circle of the click for control
Stay reserved, signs tell ‘em I prefer it remote
But when the spotlight shines,
Mentality switch, a new persona
For the gravity I’m grappling with
I’m in a planet compatible with collapsing within
Cause ain’t enough space capable of stopping
Me from stopping myself, I need a jump
Like a javelin spear
To reach the bar that I set for myself
And every track that I rip

(Hook)
Running circles past y’all
The competition stiffens, no concern at all (run, boy, run)
My only challenger lies within
So even when I lose, shit it’s like I win (run, boy, run)
If you could fit in these size twelves
You’d know where I see myself, at
Composed though to a degree, but I will lay the hammer
If I have to, if I have to

[Hook]

(Verse 2)
Being timid in real life,
Face to face, I might wait
‘Fore I say some shit like
“Aye baby sit tight, I’m cumming for ya brain
In exchange do you think you could you maybe feel mine?”
Insane but still shy, until I see mics, it’s like
Greenlight, combine obscene minds
With scenes wild, complete right up ‘til the credits hit
I’m heaven sent but flow with the possession of devil shit
Ya head’ll spin, exorcist
I’m a locomotive on the road and
Where I’m going I don’t know where the exit is
I always saw this, as nothing but a hobby I guess
Got my cadence right, delivery was faulty at best
In two years, I practiced, three mixtapes
All trash when I drop this classic
Talk big, I’m a king with the crown
Cause ain’t a single person capable of bringing me down, except me

[Hook]

(Bridge)
I’m my own biggest fan
On loan until they notice the plan
I’m so close to achieving
What I believe in, the secret is being
Your biggest critic when know you the man (x2)

(Verse 3)
Yeah, I know I'm the man
Half of Catastrophic and it's bad to have to want it
Damn, you can't be offered, so I'll hold you to that
I can't be offed till I hop in my coffin
Fold my hands on my chest
It feels as if I'm not as bothered as often
As I thought as I'm bobbin' my head
1/28 Jamieson, you knew that already
Throw up your hands like Em threw up spaghetti
All over himself, and I'm over myself
Put my hands on the wheel and simply hope for the best
I know I'm a mess, holy shit, it's my fault
It's clean up time, so blow the lid off the Pinesol
Why call if you're gonna hang up?
Why crawl if you're gonna stay fucked
In the fetal position, knee deep in this bitch
It makes sense that all I'll ever do is wade through
Track Name: Tell Me
I can’t help but think
When the last run comes, you peace out
Indefinitely, neglect the people here
And you’ll see how quick the tides turn,
I’m talking ‘bout the red you see
Better channel it, use it for good, all the panic isn’t
Doing you good, between the should’ve or would
There’s a million different ways to handle it
So grab onto a handle and handle it, prove that you could
‘Cause when the dust settles, people know the fire will rise
And from the wick of the flame, better light up the sky
Looking up, all the stuff that you fear, is one wish
Away from being what someone wanted to hear
Open up, ‘fore you know it they’ gone look at ya funny
Cause it’s hard to not judge a closed book by its cover
And when you leave, and the sunlight smacks ya know
You’re always welcome to come right back and so


Tell me what you see (I just wanna see it)
Tell me what I’ll be (but I just don’t believe it)
Tell me what you think (I’ll try to keep a secret)
Tell me I won’t leave (I’m gonna believe it)
Shit is stupid you know,
I spend a lot of time dwelling in past
To figure out what I failed to get passed
And with the truth being told, it doesn’t make sense
To look back to find what the future will hold
Fuck it, I’m putting blinders on
And anybody got a problem with that?
I’d rather write a song blind folded
Tune the keys and zone out the beat is running
With a jazz tinge, now I’m feeling how Stevie wonders
Keep it coming; in the whip we cock snubs
Riding front seat, playing clips, we shotgun
My metaphors nice, keep a repertoire like
Eleven dimes, I never even met a four, nine’s
And up, only smash if the night is young
And if not, girl I’m sorry but your time is up
Time is money, any second I spend of my time’s
50 cents bitch, I’ma get rich or die tryin’

Tell me what you see (I just wanna see it)
Tell me what I’ll be (but I just don’t believe it)
Tell me what you think (I’ll try to keep a secret)
Tell me I won’t leave (I’m gonna believe it)


I know you wanna see it
I promise when I’m leaving
I’ll do it right, one time for you
And two for me, together we could fuel the fire
Light it up, I’m telling you when the time has come
It’s go big or go home and I’d like for once
To not chicken out, fuck feeling down
Flipping out, in and out, driving home spitting loud
Find a zone, whip around, switching lanes
Pivot, bounce, hit the ground
Fight the road, run the shit, pick it up,
Pick a sound, climb the rope
Mix it down, send it out
Like it though, bitches pounce
Shit is clowned, find the hope, fix it now
Remix that, and I package it new
And just like that, I got my rapping some views
Track Name: New Man
If there’s a light out there, I’ma find it
I’ma light it, if I strike out
The times now, not a cloud in sight
Ninety Nine down the turnpike
Turn right, around the light
I’ve come home, people I ain’t talked to
In like two months hit me up
Tryna front so
I guess I’m doing something right
In my life, being blunt though
I feel like I’m a symbol, just waiting on the drum roll

I feel it bout to happen man
Any minute I’ma snap again
Shut the lights off,
Get the mood right, in the moon light
I spark when the nights dark
Then I get into a zone and forget
Where I was going but I’ll know
When I get up on the road
I end up going home
And the fam knows
Fuck it, if I ever kick the bucket
Then I wanna see the band roll, HANDS UP

Treat tonight like it won’t end
Roll up and roll out with yo friends
Put ya hands in the air, let the wind arrive
And let loose, to feel like you was still alive
Treat tonight like it won’t end
Roll up and roll out with yo friends
Put ya hands in the air, and you’ll feel alive
And you’ll know how I’ll feel when I will arrive

Who am I to hold a grudge, I know
I’ve fucked up, got to own it bruh,
Won’t grow if you don’t own up to the onus
Fuck, I know it’s dumb,
But I just wanna know what’s love?
I know crushing sucks but so what I’m stuck
And won’t budge till I blow, but fuck
I’m so slow to catch on,
I’m taking the latch off, to open up
I’m coming home, let’s make it a classic

I feel it bout to happen man
Any minute I’ma snap again
Shut the lights off,
Get the mood right, in the moon light
I spark when the nights dark
Then I get into a zone and forget
Where I was going but I’ll know
When I get up on the road
I end up going home
And the fam knows
Fuck it, if I ever kick the bucket
Then I wanna see the band roll, HANDS UP

Treat tonight like it won’t end
Roll up and roll out with yo friends
Put ya hands in the air, let the wind arrive
And let loose, to feel like you was still alive
Treat tonight like it won’t end
Roll up and roll out with yo friends
Put ya hands in the air, and you’ll feel alive
And you’ll know how I’ll feel when I will arrive
Track Name: Breaking the First Wall
I’ve been tryna keep my head straight
Keep grinding till my death date, check mate
Life wins, I think about feeling scared
And the limited time I’m living this life and suddenly I feel prepared
The will is there, for sure, got my game tight
Tell myself every single day when I make rhymes
That I’m great, right, but this stage fright
Hitting in my brains like a train tryna derail my strange mind
Take time, they say, but late nights
Replace time spent feeling confident if I fail I,
Would be another statistic, how tragic to find
He sounds like every other underground rapper alive

But I – keep grinding, cliché rhyming
Time will tell, yada yada and so forth
The voice in my head’s like “Never give up”
But it’s expensive as fuck to be a rapper bruh
So I’ll pack it up, lackadaisical life
And on the side maybe jot the occasional rhyme
But I – keep grinding, cliché rhyming
Time will tell, yada yada and so forth

As of now, I haven’t hit the real world, yet
Still in class fucking around, I still don’t get
That responsibility, of leading a fam
And paying bills so I figured that I’ll dream while I can
See the stars set, wanna take flight but fall, yep
It’s far-fetched, so I’m like a dog, stretch
Branch out, heart, flesh and hard head
March on, fighting with these birds, the Hawks get
Nothing I’ll talk when, I stop balling,
I’m blowing this year
Marshawn Lynch, you know why I’m here
Mock y’all when I’m flowing this here
I wrote what I feel, and hope I get noticed this year
Closing the deal, is something I ain’t mastered yet
Spill my soul from a cliff like I’m Jagged Edge
What you get is genuine, me
Listen, I’m real as can be
Still they don’t feel I compete
But my skill in the skillet is bubbling
I’m rupturing the shit in my spleen
To show you blood, sweat and tears, it goes into the dream
The rigor I feel it and live it, I reveal it in schemes
This isn’t for you, this music is admission for me


But I – keep grinding, cliché rhyming
Time will tell, yada yada and so forth
The voice in my head’s like “Never give up”
But it’s expensive as fuck to be a rapper bruh
So I’ll pack it up, lackadaisical life
And on the side maybe jot the occasional rhyme
But I – keep grinding, cliché rhyming
Time will tell, yada yada and so forth

There’s a long list of fuck you’s
Waiting to drop, whether I make it or not, I’ll make it up to
Everyone that ever believed me, that took the chance
And shook my hand with cash when I’m selling my CD
From Take root, to take two, on take three
I break free and make moves forward to chase dreams
Alaska huh? If that’s the path, extract the funds
And travel back with an album done
In my mind I’m number one, topping the charts
I mean my pen game’s tight, like you’re locking me up
My skills aim high, like I’m propping a gun
I will take flight, or drop with a thud
But I will not refrain from touring the
World till exploring it gets me on Sportscenter
Or with a chart topping, heart stopper
Bar dropper, once I’m out
Fuck being underground, I’ma live above it now

But I – keep grinding, cliché rhyming
Time will tell, yada yada and so forth
The voice in my head’s like “Never give up”
But it’s expensive as fuck to be a rapper bruh
So I’ll pack it up, lackadaisical life
And on the side maybe jot the occasional rhyme
But I – keep grinding, cliché rhyming
Time will tell, yada yada and so forth
Track Name: Back to the Topic
Lately I been on my grind
Part time scholar gunning for the top, this is columbine
You hard of hearing or partly blind?
I sense I’m gonna make it, the haters are calling lies, stop denying
A prophet I only profit when signing the dotted lines
I’m crossing em when I rhyme, so stopping at dollar signs
Is not a feasible option for me,
To see a possible dream, and take the reasons I started
And flip it all for the cream
Been flipping off from the jump, like a trampoline
Scrambling off to pass again,
Am I rambling? Fantasy baller
Like I’m Colin Kaepernick
Taking over with the start, you could call me catalyst
When I’m charging, that is it
Stay in ya lane
Or feel the wrath of a small Caucasian with aim
Dogs blatantly crazed -- I let them get buried
Then host the fucking funeral at pet cemetery
From rotten to rocking the grave, place your bets
…I bring a new meaning to the grateful dead
When you face your maker you gone face regret
But facing me is a challenge they can’t wait to end
When you start you’ll find, this game’s a bitch
All bark, no bite till the chains are spent
The fame, the rich owned by the labels, feels
Like everything you’ve ever made’s a constraint against
Creativeness, I’d be fake to call it a trap
Cause in honesty, I would trade it all for a chance
Waiting off on the sideline, my guard is the bench
Stopping’s so easy, but starting’s a bitch
Call him a prince, fresh like I’m Carlton, dang
Or call him a Smith, ‘cause Will’s not a part of the Banks
Pardon my French, I don’t wanna bother with dates
I gotta admit, I’m thinking how that body look naked
It’s obvious your hobby isn’t caution, I’m thinking
That you want it too, I was just cocky to say it
Well pardon me, darling you gotta see
If I’m talking a little slow its cause I had recent partial lobotomy
So it’s a no brainer, if you’re watching then follow me
And if you get offended I am not for apologies
Looking for compassion, I’ll stalk my friends
Hanging out is fun, ask Robin Williams
It’s not a shot, rather a slot he’s filling
Like it’s a new movie, cause his part was killer
My wordplay terrific
The verse takes a minute
To comprehend the verbs, wait to finish
And I’ma stay committed
And diminish what you spitting
To the point where every other song you make, is crickets
Man this tape’s a body
2015, For Sale is dropping