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rewriting my story
from a source i'm inspired
by

emptiness it fills my hand,
there's promise when i
don't demand
i chose, embraced the coz

gimme simply

by the end of the night
I know this ain’t right but
I know how to make you feel right
I’m just your type
Yeah
Your nigga he really lame
He playing

countin' up counterfeits
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin' but sounds and shit
Talk about life and surroundings, surrounded by savages
Chicks I just laugh

Each quick flash of thought in your head
Is a NASCAR sponsored by existential dread
The cokeheads are stoked, except when they're not high

messin' with the primes, can't dine with the primes
I'm a boss, take it like I'm Jerry Jones
Money cums fast, got ma dick around the globe
Bitches wanna

Get your his cups out
Fill 'em to the brim with the best that you got
Take a little sip, then pour the rest out
Yeeeaaahh,  Just to proof that we

and do you dump
I don't really care man like that's Trump
That kid don't care about his country whoa
That kid just want the money whoa
Oh my God I'm so

Sound like I got the owl on
Stock on the rise like the Dow Jones
On to better horizons
You nose divin' me I'm just thrivin'
Well connected and getting

like a warrior like Ali,
His punch was a torch in the first degree.
He was Macho like Camacho with speed,
And put you out to lunch with just one punch.

the sailor 
Man
Was not ready 
For what 
Was to 
Come
He did not 
Know of the 
Storm 
On the horizon
With no where to run
The setting sun was 
Overtaken by

Jones: Back with it the black fitted flat rippin demon
Green nugs prove I only smoke the finest glue 
Give that hoe a puff or two then pass it

growing up think you're helping by just posting up;
Speaking outta hand without 

Knowing what you're throwing up
Don't know enough
Been in comatose don't

tensions
Watch for wrenches
Plot holes and you twist but y’all both-
Screw it
Know truth and realize
With soul youth in veil eyes
Ship sailed got baptized
By

Is it too much for me to ask, to look like Brian Jones?
To have the story of my life be told by Dee Dee Ramone?
‘Cause Sheffield pawn shops won't buy

myself on right,
When I was doing wrong
I'm out here every day,
Busting my ass, getting my grind on
McKenzie, Frazier,
JP, or Moby Jones
Fiend slide

pulling bones up out my dresser
My shit from out the country, she impresser
I just picked up this pack, it came from Ella
Bitch I'm rocking one of ones,

wolf
Been heen like I'm Muslim
Break bread with my brothrens
Countn cream with the covenant
By myself, how I move when i does shit
On these shrooms can't

toll's but a number When the bell tolls
Test oath
In this fucking hellhole
Jim Jones played a direct role
In painting a whole land of flesh tone
Make your

the cards won't decline
And not just for me, I'm talking bout the fam when I say me and mines
Our American dream plus a piece of the pie to build a bakery

When we first met, you were talking marriage
But baby lost me like a miscarriage
I'm a pro-creator with the Pro Tools
Don't need a waiver, this is

nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Feel familiar, to when I told you lying niggas got the tongues of snakes

The message through the bottle 
Grab the Devil by the horns full throttle 
Lightning striking twice ain't too odd 
When you're looking for a sign from your god

hoe
I just be chasing the dough
I put that on my crew
Fuck any model bitches by the twos
I dropped a band on my designer shoes
Getting some head from

sueño
Por más que dijeron que estoy lame
Más bien eso me impulso woah 

Tengo mucha sed y 7up no
Es lo que hace falta no soy Or' Jones
Es hambre y sed y