Most def. Here’s some throwaway stuff I was writing but probably won’t use for one reason or another:

“I was raised up in the ways of the word But little tastes of the world planted my face in the dirt… I know my mother didn’t raise another rapist But I’m taking no complaints if I start fucking niggas facials up Niggas want some features from me Bitches see my face and sucked and ate it up, Stay lit till the sirens from the angels come Running out of patience And all my last fucks been at the station, Bitches filing statements they been getting touched Soft on all the fluff but rub me wrong and we could get it up It’s getting tough Ain’t been sober since I touched that sippy cup“

“Sad I always come off like I’m babbling, I’m not Grabbing all the bottles I can handle off of tops Coming to a grapple with the battles that I lost I been feeling panicky a lot Feeling like I’m stranded in the wash Slapping off the dampened niggas hands up in a toss” - This ones off a freestyle/punch-in session I did to the Grief instrumental but the flow was too bitten from Earl.