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Hawk of a man with a bill in his hand
Sucking all the good seed out of the land
You don’t need to read the feed to understand
And the world goes

dimension
As if history was invented
By a Christian who witnessed another Christian get a vision
So then the Christian who happened to be named 
Decided

in time

Spider-man, Spider-man
Friendly neighborhood Spider-man
Wealth and fame, he's ignored
Action is his reward
To him, life is a great big bang

Thought Blokah Bang was gonna trip
But boy im still running
Shit like Usain Bolt
Shout out to the float 
Please separate the  ice cream from the coke
I am

Cocaine by the ounce, fish scale got that trout 
Bang em then I out, snow daze I don't know that hoes name
We go in and then we rotate, I don't know

Bring back the lyricists
Heart heavy enough to kill this shit (Bang!)
Words slurred I swerve and wrote slow
I wreck mics so much I'm covered by Geico

to get'em freaky, cause they bang bros
Having premonitions, hitting sisters off the liquor
Out of  line with iffy niggas, hittin' swishers takin' pictures,

while others curse
And others mourn behind a big black hearse
Some are pure and some half-bred
Some are sober and some are wasted
Some are rich because

like a group of wannabes
Either it's tupac or another b.i.g
Here's the truth for ya rappers, be ya self
But y'all scared to do that, 'cause won't see no

on a mission, impossible like Cruise
You can't get his attention, even if you go buy views
Sharp sabers will slice through any fables that hide you
Lying big

you became 
Watching ya life pass by while you bitch and complain
Go suck a big fat ass dick you are real bitch made

the windows rolled down
Got a blunt in my mouth
I be blowing out clouds
Passing her daddy’s house
He said you trippin
You had better leave that nigga behind
If

a blunt put that in rotation
I been the man, I been the man
Fuck what you thought boy
I wrote so many tracks
Running out of ink inside the ball point
Niggas

a ballad big shouts out to Rick Ross
Imma make sure I go off, turn up and shake the fakes off
Imma be my own boss, not fired on my day off
Just wait till

I don't gang bang but I see green like what you niggas claiming?
If you aint shooting for the team, where you niggas aiming?

If I don't tax its cause

send my thanks 
To Big B R O C K
He be on my side 
I know everything okay 
Aye upstate Florida 
Betta make way  
For a Dynem takeover
Brock go cray

Fish

move her body like a nympho
Got a big ol phatty like a spliff I roll
I got Ice running in my veins
I’m a killer in the game I bang
Head shots help kill

connects still the same
Protected by many, some lost in the flames
Some bang like it's the 90's all over again
A product of my environment we call the game

little stank hoe
Bang click stain
Straight out the ghetto
Square nose to a squares nose
Stiff like scarecrow
Bitch and a half and the other half is scared

Talk
This that stash a packed on the car tires
Death to any Ras Clot who wore wires
Surrounded by the real them niggas all liars
I pay a fiend to get it

Speaking coughed up, that's ironic that I talk blunt
Call you Lana Rhoades when I shoot cause you all suck
I'm just so embarrassed by the way you bitches act

couldn't imagine (Nah!)
You got jammed for all that flexing and flashing 
Big boss know that I run shit 
Got foreign shawty from Thailand Phuket (Woo!)
Gotta

mouths to feed
Heres some motivation
Cause love is free my nicca
I was born for this
Wasn't meant to be normal
Coming out my momma vagina
I'm armed for

ain't about tact its about grabbing your s*ck
Freedom so free like when your mama gets slapped

Pah!

By her big a** t****es
Which ain't bad for fifty
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