post writers block

You know, writer's block You know I get that all the time You know it's part of the process When that happens, I just typically just leave it alone And do something else You know, and uh that's when I'll do something- I'll read, uh like uh I get inspiration from a lot of different things You know like Nature Silence, a lot of times Just, um You know, playing with my children You know, things that people probably do, do every day You know things people might just take for granted Got kicked-kacked out of Haiti bro Swam home, ain't a flight available 6 stacks but they ain't sustainable Save cash? Nah I ain't too capable This flow is unattainable, how can a ghost be unreplaceable I been number one in the server since my nerf and that ain't debatable Though being number one is trainable, it's hard to stay at the top I know guys out here would pay double to be out their writer's block Think I made this mix repayable, up to you if I'm right or not But some lyrics untranslatable, but that's part of writer's block People said I'm unstable and, Tumble Out of Bed was a one-off shot But I know they're unsatiable despite my grand return after my writer's block All of these tracks are datable, I'm not gonna act like they're really not But everyone starts at a place and these lyrics came from my writer's block Title block says I am not Reaching idle, I won't stop (Don't stop) Can't acquire mics that drop Got a new storage card CEX my supplier copped All your best songs fire, topped Year 8 had some fire slops Had my vocals in harmo, had a parmo and it was "diabols" Pushed me to reach my desired goals 93:20 Aguero, 5 odd O's (AGUERO) Played FIFA on the minor modes Then got back to writing, Briar Rose Scammed on Facebook, cries arose Tried to claim that the buyer knows But I'll give him one small bite, he's getting called out to entire rows Mmm Etsy shop, high exposed Sing this bit in higher tones Church sung hymn, not Ye not him But I belt to the songs I'm a pious soul You think I'm a victim, liars toll Affected by what the liars told Acting I'm not the highest troll CTG has the highest LOL's I'm chatting now post writer's block I'm moving West out the liar's role I'd do the same on my patrol But I am the prisoner my parole My shoes are busted hyper holes Prada cups with my plimsoles Walk around bare foot, have a clutch of my feet And a piece of rock's gone into my toes Crouch down low just like Jon Jones Can you really fight? Well, I suppose I made this straight out of writer's block And this new album is what I proposed Pre rap munch, I disclose Butterfly breast and I drink my Coke 20 pounds, got a gift voucher And I use it on food at my Nando's Got a tenner at my nans home Back to the gaff and my nans home Saying there's cash that I owe She's missing one orange note Kick mum out like iso, oh Nan you might have lost it so Snatched her wrist Not taking the piss I printed a fake off of her iPhone F*ck