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million street rappers
Hope bag and murder mouthburning
Out the flash
Shoot patch and stash in the grass
All this hustle in the crack in their ass
I mean

In a world of suffering and pain
In a world that plagues the
Grass we march upon thy will be done
With a cause that's noble to the core
We ask for

a couple Perkies
Like dey new titties
Heart turn cold
Ain’t No love dat shit gone
I Took another L
Dat wasn’t da plan or the goal
How you tell me dat you

life in a lunch box

There's been good times and tough talk
Hard lines and mugshots
But new achievements unlocked
With the beats that make your trunk

laugh with a king L to smoke
To laugh off the L's that I take on this road

The road to the top kinda frosty and cold
Snakes in the grass I look out for

bringing pain as Dark Boy Buck
Armor still dripping enemies warm blood
Sunset, cold weather, raven feathers
Come around with night when the grass can't heat

I just Lay rest to the conflict
Walking outside finna spark this
Rather be cold than let you freeze
That ain't even worth my energy
Ran that shit

than human

You know the gist, get ‘em nodding like an opiate.
Load the clip, the beat slaps like an open fist.
Cold abyss, my soul’s eclipsed by

hm
When you text, no read receipt
Down for the cause while you sit, hot-headed cold-blooded, yet you lack degrees
Been fueled by the hate, it's

offense, cuz you up on her too
Like Mikey Budd
Lemme get a beat by Badu
Oye lil mama better slow ya role fast
Unless it's ass or cash 
Y'all already know

Still a bad b****
And I don't take no sh*t
And ill stroll on a b****
Cus I'm cold
You can check my credentials
Or wait for the timing
I already know

Constantly question whether or not this is a dream
Seems
They got it in for me
Now I live in infamy
Like Mr. Freeze
It'll be a cold day in hell if I

Sunrise by the river
On a cold November day
I saw a paper bag floating by
That was my papa
I saw a violet in the grass
That was my mama
And looking down ha

Wake up, oh what a cold day
You put on a new face
Last night's mistakes
They don't just go away
You want it, you need it
You get a bit and then you

even mean that in a romantic way
I'm talking plutonic don't have a best friend I would call and say
Hey man I appreciate you everyday
Sticking by me

Keep me in the cold
Yeah
Distant lovers, but I feel like we're closer than ever
Icy outside, yeah
Shit feel like the past relationships I've been

when they're not scared to spill
Their heart onto the page, letting a record spin like a ferris wheel
And I never will be fake like the grass on tennis

with a cold case
Time to bundle up enough's enough
I'm off the cuff I offer up the new digital, better get the bone
Wanna get involved wit a real muh

shit get ugly
So I ain't really with the bluffing
If I gotta chose me or you
It's you I'm bussing
She know I ain't with the trusting
Glock by the pillow

They turn us in to robots by attacking our souls with technology
Social and mainstream media go hand in hand
Freedom of speech is under attack
But

outta Stoney Brook
Pull ah ski by myself, yea, I'ma lonely crook
I'm not ah dealer, I be jackin (I be jackin)
He not realer, he just rappin
Sliden

your brain with new baggage
It wasn't my tactic to lead you on with
That song about Cali in The Weeknd's tone
I'll admit girl I fell right into you
And I

Oh the day was young
And the bright morning sun
Drove away the cold night
For three little boys who just loved to fight
The wet grass soaked our

Straight up out the 918 I knew I'd be great
I done dealt with some hate but I know my fate 
So many fakes, mow the grass, cut the snakes 
Pulling