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That's not the way it's suppose to go
But that's how we did it
I know
I know
That's not the way it's suppose to go
But that's how we did it
I know
I

know I'm funny but don't laugh at me
I'm not a clown I rock up ready for a rumble in whatever country
I hear my stomach rumble means I'm hungry for

in God is an understatement
There's truth to the cliche, 'Life's what you make it'
I might rock a nice lil bracelet, I'm not known for icing up like

why I’m not aloud at horse race/ tracks/ let’s just say/ I tied grenades/ to a bunch cuz one thru me off it’s back/ friendly fire my plan of attack/ it

only not to worry ya
Calling me a warrior is not quite fine
But attack at me and I will break your spine
Stealing your chick then laugh when you’re

the fuck’d I do
I’m not in your head
Unless you’re bumping to
A track or two
Was it something I said
I don’t remember dude
Last winter flew
Like a hawk
When I

thought I'd be debatin' on a price
With my youngers, ready to go take a nigga's life
And, when they take this nigga's life, know I'm breakin' 'em a slice

I hope that someday I could be successful
Every time a song is written, it is on another level
And I'm never gonna quit until I'm ready to settle

you I keep my glock ready
All my shit for free.99, I never cop any
Just swipe and put ting between his eyes call that chopslaining
Imma take your shit

a little bit of panic
And I make 'em wanna vacate
Kay Slay just made a way
To make it not stay safe when I lay eight
It's like I lay tape
Like I'm Biggie,

snoring I'm killing tracks
My real purpose
To make sure my people make it in tact
They fucked up
By saying I'd never make it in rap
Bitch fuck up
Been

Hop on the track don't got the writer's block
Your ears can testify I let it fly
Ask me why but yo why not
Share my vibe like virus spread
Cause I'm

Piñata

G-Wiz

Piñata

2014

24/7, got ready on the turf, player
All day

Make 'em hop in the new coupe
Nigga, but that ain't nothing new
Forgive me for the sinning that they be

a bitch gotta hate every time she can
You can't even have a nice date whicha man
Without some bum chick getting outta pocket
Staring so hard her eyes pop

If the eye of the storm is the calm of disaster
The calm when I'm mad makes me more of a bastard
A loss ain't a death in the mind of a master

stationary

Success
Is necessary
Primary not secondary

Most plateau
Not grow
What's right
Never know
(Never know, Never know)

Button up shirt
Out to make

616 Rewind

Celph Titled

The Gatalog: A Collection of Chaos

thoughts connect, 
You ought to step away fast, 
It seems I gave cats "hey that's the way they make tracks"
Forget a scare, I'm not generous, kid
Split

never pictured finding someone
That would make me feel like this

Cuz you’re nothing like my exes
Or any random chick
Never met somebody like you 
I did

Battle Cry

Jedi Mind Tricks

Army of the Pharaohs: The Torture Papers

something you don't know about me small rapper
Nice with the left, nice with the right, the jaw tapper
Allah backer, murder every track that I'm on
You

mouths followed by reckless actions
Will leave yo ass on the ground
Nowhere for you to be found not even by the hounds
Silencer won't make a sound
My

niggas, on them jiggers and they can't sit still
Rollin', in the club all drinks on Tee
By the bar, if I don't know you then you ain't gon' drink 
(Where

Thank you Santa, my bitch, man
I'm ready to party
And I'm flyin' in my sleigh
While I'm chuggin' Bacardi
And I got a big bag which you already know
Got

autographed a groupie
I see some go and encourage
To front dive in the pool
(Are you ready ? Hey)
Should I go first or not
Should I push you off ?
(Splash)
Is

on the track like boss
Every day sun and rain in the sleet or the snow
I make it bang like her legs when I’m beating it slow
I make change MLK all I C is a Note