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shit up
1 on 1 bitch you ain't no hitter
Oh you say you fucking killer?
Stealer? Bitch you ain't no dealer
I'm like aye
Whatchu mean?
Imma fiend
Smoking

a scene stealer/
I interrupt the program don't adjust or touch receiver/
Dodge and duck deceivers even if it mean I have to leave her/Check for fever, check

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I'm the soul stealer, Grim Reaper

Shake hands with death like "Nice to meet ya"
Call me Aubrey
Ridin' down the street in a motherfuckin' Harley

a sweeper 
Served your ass like a barkeeper 
Made you plank on a four wheeler 
Dealin like a black jack dealer 
Planned it like a diamond stealer 
After

at Golden Sun
Fuck around and run off with the work
I don't owe the plug

Bitch cut me in with the stealers
I been acting dumb
Three thousand for the buffies

Gimme just a reason
Gimme just a reason

Shawty wanna, shawty wanna
Shawty wanna ride my face to the AM
I been on my hyphy shit gettin' flagrant
You ain't

Intro 
You're talkin' to
the Rolex wearin'
Diamond ring wearin'
Kiss stealer, woo!
The real dealin', limousines and jets

Verse 1
You a bitch!
What

the electronics
I went to the park
And I climbed up a tree
And I sat there for hours
Until it was three
See to face how I lived
Was too much for this kid
It was

I ain't talkin' boxin' when I say I'm puttin' my rounds in
I ain't talkin' Pittsburgh when I say I'm a stealer
Been hustlin' all year from the summer

survival with the soul stealers
Incinerate the skin that I was born with
Obliterated heaven with a torn stitch
A syncopated rhythm with a horned fist
I rip

but I ain't no stealer
He a pussy he ain't pulling the trigger look
Peep the ice on me
Prolly why I gotta price on me
Everything be looking nice on me

a thousand words
Let me sit back and observe
Every turn and curve
Starting with the one on your face
Then I'm looking at ya skin
Melaninated copper tint
(My)

breaking back bones super fast
Dope slanging, for doors aiming, while I am dem muthafucking hoes bangin'
Streets reaper, show stealer, the homie with

back bones super fast
Dope slangin, for doors aiming, while I am dem muthafucking hoes bangin
Streets reaper, show stealer, the homie with a bigger steel

you cool wit'
Peeped you from a distance
Now love letters I'm writin'
Winked at you while grinnin'
Had your face lookin' like roses
You could leave with

the deal on, never read me
My hand face down with the chips
The place two levels and a fifth
My feet keep pedaling
Done with the villains and I'm bettering

that you a savage
I don’t fuck with liars, or the cheaters, or the stealers, or the beaters
I still touch down in the feelings
The real shit, for real

suspicions
Grew up with the killers
Dealers stealers
Squealers gorillas
Niggas with court dates
Like they Damian Lillard
Ghetto chocolate vanillas
Brown

hate
Face of ma city ain't do shit i'll never quit i've never be late
Dogfood and goldring got vvs and never get drink
Hit play boss round one two three

off without you
Somehow you got the whole room spinning
Charm and grace at the forefront of the face of a killer
Playing as the heart stealer

to fry
The fisherman Poetic Lace in your face
I already said it let ol' girl sing our place

They say music is dead, well Ima bring it back
God first on my

a villain
Why in God do we trust
Man this bullshit ain't for us
I'm talking what I'm living
I ain't talking about no Drake smoking ghost face killers
Man it

the on the clock
But time is on my side
What is destined will be
It's on me to stay alive
No cheating death
No life stealer
Beating the odds
Beating the dealer
Call

can see it in his face
She ain't fuckin kick her out the place
Shout out Meechie that's my ace
All my drip be up to date
She want to fuck and she can't