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Axtavist

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Too many blue faces on me
I ain't got no feelings
I'm kicking her out
I ain't got no ceilings
Glass roof on my house
They ducking these bullets
That goose got a sound
Couldn't get paid the hour
I got paid by the ounce
Cashed out on my water
It's laking and ponding
These guns keep on clapping
Ovation turned riot
I just bought a k
And I can't wait to fire it
Why they keep lying
Know they ain't gone
These b****s blind
They just need God
Beam on the nine
Shoot at your mind
I kept it silent, silent like mines
Came from a block
Where they doing the crime
Now they doing time
Some ni***as dropped dime
Ain gone lie I'm not doing fine
I guess I done overdose
Too many times
I think they done stole the flow
Too many times
Somewhere in time I lost my mind
I Live on a cloud GCP
This the finest
Ima trend setter
My b****h is the Topic
In rixh4eva lil Axt time is now
So much water on my neck
You can shower
So much water on my wrist
It can drown you
So much reefer in this leaf
It's the loudest
N****as Been running they mouth
Telling on gang
They should get hit
Real ones ain't fold
They took they bid
Loyalty changed
These n****as gone switch
I'm rixh4eva my name Axtavist
Bentley all red and it came with The kit
GLE truck make dem doors Disappear

I'm in this B***ch you know this
Our year

T-dog came home to a band
We the MOB fold him like a can
Free Lil Boosie he ain't going for Nun
Hit up skooly get a hook or some
Heard he telling read his book for Some
Don't smell me we can hook for Some
Go MaYweather with them hooks For some
Rock em now he know what's Cooking up
No madden watch me bullet boy
Hitstick him now he shooken up
Stick whipped now he pussied up
I'm from Bleveland Ain no rookie
Stick ready talking about pushing Up
Pockets swole doing push up on Me
Can't expose me you can look up On me
Lay on a nigga bushes floor him
Hit em the head watch it bust
Guaranteed all my niggas bust
Ain't no back and forth we don't Fuss
Just hit em up like Tupac boy
Cali drugs know I am the plug
Biggie smalls know my pockets Stuff
Pull up put them birds in the Trunks
Then we disappear like vroom
Get em up outta there
40 leave his a** on the ground Like a rock
Put em in a rocking chair
Yeen from Cleveland n**gga
Wan roc n***a need to stop
Ni**a need to stop
You ain't on the block
Had grams in my socks
I'm at the top but  I'm from the Bottom no Lil Axt at the top
Ya. you dig you dig you dig you dig you dig you Dig you dig you dig
I dig I dig I dig I dig I dig
Shoot at his wig pop him like sig
Hope our that civic bells of the Midget
Smoking on gas we bout our cash
Boy wat you say J. Cole I dig
Ya...

I just poured somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can Feel
Promise I am never lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make You real
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em Stuck
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can Feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't Give a f*ck
Pistol in your hand don't make you Real

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