Updates ft. Hem

Just checking in

Composition notebooks filled with gun raps

Punchlines highlighted hung with the thumbtacks

I had the usb mic back at my momma's crib

The pop filter slid every time I pronounced a consonant

Forgive me for the knowledge and the gems that I gave

Never thought I'd see the day where I get paid from my pain

I came from roaches and rapes

They think I'm playing I ain't

I broke the barriers down

Picked up the house with the gate

I'm keep my, mental health away from negative energy