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Bass go so low that the
Freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine
When it vibrate they asscheeks
I'm Bobby Ray, baby, an All-American athlete
I

Soul by the Pound

Common Sense

Can I Borrow a Dollar?

1992

ground ground 
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound 
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound 
Not a rebound but like a hound I get

of all this internet trolling and all this bullying
Jeeez this is tense give me a chance to vent
I'm sick of going out and getting judged by how I'm

The Heat

Ordinary Peoples

Urban Sprawl

I burn tracks when I'm speakin' just to keep the party freakin,
We keep it hot, while the others heat seakin',
So stop drop and roll 'cause' I'm

It's DrippyBoiA and I'm back on my shit
Back in the booth, every track going sick
Know Drippy gon' spit shit, that nigga don't miss
These niggas

to lyricism, it equals I’m sick/

Haters flare with a fit,/
Papers scared of a flip,/
You to me are so looseleaf, man, I tear and I rip/

I am cleaner than

Treading on the tracks in the night time
It never really felt like the right time
Suicide, suicide, suicide

I'm so fucking lonely beneath this

to sit
Angel Joi is legit
Hard work and grit
You don't get it
I'm so sick
They need to quit
I'm glowing up
Bit by bit
I must admit
This song's a hit
Just

i'm tryna own land
Find my balance in the end, take a flight out to japan

Sick and tired of the same shit
Gotta switch it up so I can make all my

uranium tips
When it hit's many
Mushroom clouds'll elevate
From the three foot by three
Foot hole Berettas make

A few times I been around that track
So

without all of my guys
So if I'm eating on this track, everyone get a bite

Look now putting me inside the booth
Like putting foil inside the microwave
400

by
Not Kano but I know I'm made in the manor
Vibe all night cause it feels just right
Grind stay high so I hopped on a track now
Money on my mind gotta

you're offended by this shit
I'm saying "Good, fuck you"

Tsk, I'm just playing
Really no, I'm serious, I'm not
(I'm dead-ass serious, I swear) I'm

so
From the front to the back
Like the rims on the 'lac, I be spinnin' on the track
I'm in here
If you really wanna know how I'm in here gettin' dough

Sriracha

Tech N9ne

The Storm

2016

what's on your mind, rewind this shit
My message is beyond this shit
I put that on everything, I'm just being honest, shit
So what's up, hold up
Tech

for some time I'm getting vex man
So sick and tired of all the talking bad days empty sex man
I Had to Take some time to sit all alone and just reflect

pictures so you know I'm tryna meet ya 
It's Friday night you know I'm tryna catch a vibe. I don't leave out of the house unless I'm getting fly
I walked by

ruthless come through and just do this
Everybody knows that I’m too sick so it’s time to come and prove it yeah

Hook
So ya better move move pause so ya

please don't act on a track cause I'm sick a these dogs who are cats
Talk smack over beats just so people react
When they really don't get why the fuck

make a track and make it funny
I'm magic with the bars, I pull a hat out the bunny

So tell me what's the word, what you heard, though you clearly lost

that's fine
But one will come in time
I'll be again in the aqueduct

I wanna be the one that you will love
And I think I'm going down the right track
You

mine that's how I'm comin' on this track
Any fuck out there gets beat down or hacked
To shit I'm down like this I'm sick like a slit wrist
People still

abused

(Verse 2: Kaan)
Boom boom blowin' up
Hands in the sky baby hold 'em up
So fresh so clean when I’m rollin' up
Schitzo sick flow no throwin' up

of contradictions
Yeah you don’t know the three-fifths of it
So Call Me By Motherfucking Rap Name Nigga!
Apologies, sometimes when I decompress
I’m kind of a T-Rex