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cross, got nailed - the other fell off his horse

A white boy's on stage singing black boys Blues
He's the bridge on the page making black music cool
Songs

the crow is never clean
This is me telling you where I came from
Bridgetown Buddha Man Vel n Lizzies Son
Bodybag or jail if you live by that gun
Never jumped

If that money make them hate you, they despise you when your rich
For that white girls, these Africans will slide you with your b*tch
N*ggas that you

feet
Cobblestones aren't helping

Magnolia petals stained my new white shoes
Congratulations feels like bad news
Life is happening faster than I can

prosper
Sponsored by the sickest members
Bilderberg meetings with hidden agendas
Sent to injure and depopulate
Dumb us down from a spiritual and conscious

Wanna get rich rich
Call me up stitch stitch
Who trying to pitch pitch
Name starting to be known
They watching my page scared by the glow no flaw
If you

the chains swing (Ahaha )
Mama like son, you have no game And I'm just like mama I got all the game (Philisa)
Know I got TaTa with me, that's alotta seals

to sail by the time they call me idol
Me not the answer
I don't get that
Sloppy ass bitches hella gross like a Big Mac
Trying to copy off my page bitch I

option
Black trackie and a white popping, Gramm. drop pack, with a lot in
The essentials yeah I got it, guarantee I ain't forgot it 
I'm good up in

on to slurp dick
I went on to memorize my verses like they was first kiss
A Dirty bathroom with a white chick named Jocelyn
That was a different guess I ain't

like lays

Hit her with the mind games now she calling my David Blaine
Surrounded by whites, sometimes I feel like a fucking spade
All I did was write so

As long as your willin' to listen

Whether blue or white collar workers
I relate with oddest verses
Demanded back by female fans
Witness matrimony, wedding

Socrates knew, knew it
Wallabee smooth, bear skin
Never ever gonna wear thin, no
Egg whites, mixed with the gin
Angostura bitters for the win
Citrus

my matress, & the rich
Is in the mansion getting away with all these taxes
Let's just fuck the middle classes and let's kill 'em by the masses
If they

while I bless the page, let’s go on a lyrical escapade,
put in extra days, to collect a wage, I got a son to feed I got rent to pay,
so, what am I meant

Every girls got her secret 
I'm her number one
From her moms and pop 
Man down to the son
I'll be kept in the dark 
Found when the lonely heart
Has

ways including anger and rage
Painting a perfect picture through scripture onto a page
I'd kick it with Kurt before he blew out his brains
Ask him about

Apex Predator (My Gun Go)

Crooked I

Apex Predator

2013

I call on Bonnie, she my right hand girl
I can't even turn my music up in this white man's world
If I do, I get shot by a psycho's favorite gun

all
Hold up wait wait wait
Want the money out the gate
Talked to Dad the other day
Said I wanna get paid 
He said hurry up son I'm workin workin workin

I float by like I'm on a cloud
Yah way back in my memory now
Like gimme a sign, lil white girl
She a Gemini ride
Cutie-pie centerfold tell me no lie

relation avec mon art est devenue si lascive 
Vas-y, balance le son que la track fonce direct sur ma cible
Je me sers de mes chansons comme une arme de

Gossip

Classified

Trial & Error

Walk in a room with my hands on my side, head raised
All this gossip and talking reminds me of my web page
Y'all people give me headaches, it's

Paparazzi flicks on the 6 page
(click, click, click)
Grimy bunch with the 40s by the rib cage
In my 'jects we wanted to
Be this like Big Dave (RIP)
I been