KANASAS AVE.

Rememberin’ Kansas Ave. with Grandma & Dad

Living alone, I been down bad

I’m up still

Know how to find life in the smaller things

Coming out victorious, I got five baller rings

Championships

All bark, no bite

Y’all just ramble then dip

It’s a tragedy

You rappers love the fallacy that come with this game

The artists make realities & feed off they pain

It’s better

It’s better that way, it’s better that way

I never need another soul to validate me

Was never a fan of TBH’s & ratings

To be honest

My rating was never up for debate

I’m a dime, 10-piece Mickey D’s

Nuggets that we serve

Originated in Denver

Colorado

Blanco, no Reposado

Drunk nights & I’m making mistakes

That’s a blacked out boy that can’t remember a face

PTSD got me in a different space

Pushing everyone away that really want to stay

Trauma response that now got me nauseous

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Desperately need to heal myself

Heal myself

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Lotta problems I hate to acknowledge

The knowledge cripplin’

Inhibitin’ me & I’m honest

I never lied

Some shit I got to keep inside

Things I got to do

If I want to protect the peace for me & you

Lanham, Maryland

Part of the reason I’m carrying burdens

I was hyper-focused on keeping anger on a leash

Anchor’s on the beach, this our last destination

From which angle are you perceiving me

Are you deceiving me

With the lies I receive

I recede, back up

I regress, bad blood

Reassess, need breaks

Reassess my fate

I don’t really know if I’m bound to be great

All I know is you folks will join me down in the grave

Someday, someday

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hyper-focused on life now

Gaining control now that I piped down

Plenty holes that I found

In my heart, in my mind

In the dark

Now look at where we are

(Yeah)

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Getting closer to healing myself

Healing myself

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One last verse I’m letting it out

One last letter I’m writing it down

One is better than two

Two is too many

Three is a party

I am living a 414 life

Get you on the phone, heard it’s on, right

I am in the zone, in my own light

This is what they mean when they say they’ve reached Nirvana

Family in the crib, baby boy

This is ohana

Keep it a hunnit

Never keep it fifty with yourself

Keep it fifty with the iffy folks that never healed they soul

This the realest shit my conscious ever wrote

‘Cause I grow

& grow, & grow, & grow

& grow, & grow, & grow, yea