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than I have
More than just words from this pen on this pad
It hasn't happened yet but it will
And I won't accomplish anything by just standing still

on the mattress
Life in a past tense
Caught in the cold night rain
A gun is your mouth so you can't speak
They need you to adapt but you barely can breathe
You want

her
Y'all be lasting minutes, she just payed me by the hour
My gun look like a midget, extend the clip, watch it down ya
I pray you catch these hollow

With your mouth around my gun
So blow me away
And we'll both come undone
Break me open
Divide my insides
Dissect my heart
Separate my mind
Wish I could

catch a opp and we treat him like Chris
Slapped with stick then we put him to rest

And I told you I'm feeling like will
If name in yo mouth you get

End up with my face in the ground
And ain't nobody around
Fell asleep on the floor and got the fabric in my mouth
Don't wanna live no more I ain't

the octagon I'm Doctor Octopus
With eight arm's I'm Handyman using handicap
Guns Hand Solo who empire couldn't strike back
Later Van Vader now Darth Vader

Verse 1: 

I Look around, it’s going down 
I’m lit as fuck, I don’t burn out 
I’m still the king, I hold the crown 
Oh you doubt it, close your mouth

to pull up on me I put a gun to your mouth

Ledge:
I just pulled up I'm in my zone
If it ain't, don't ring my phone
If it ain't, then bitch go home
I just

mouth closed don't do no talkin just pop off
thought it was sweet until I let da glock off
come getcho freak she tryna take my cock off
these niggas claim

got capped in
Was it for the banging or The love of selling drugs
You start to remember the young and dumb and old you
Your parents told you the gang

Man I swear To god I hate a dumb bitch wit a smart mouth 
We ain't running up on nobody bitch we run Down 
He come in Here on dat bullshit he getting

as mine
Blame who
Made it out the hood out the bando
Top tier nigga' a commando
More money more guns go Rambo
Snake nigga' peep he can’t hang bro
I stay lit

around for
Better talk right or get pimped slapped to speak them vows right out your mouth yea
Don't walk my way it's like heading down south
It could end

who your fuckin with
Call your moms a bitch
And hit her in the face with a brick
I did twenty mushrooms in my range rover
And ill probably gun o.d by

hands for free
I won't even charge a fee
Punch you down up in the streets 
Take everything and then I leave 
Cold hearted ever since they took my brother

A lot of talk no kung fu I been keeping it humble
Lost in a jungle gun and a rose on my Temple
Worship a god or a devil ain't Nobody getting clever

ride

Let me ride
Be outside
Be on time
Hop inside
Riding shawty you look fly
Feeling naughty lets get high
Got your gun by my phone
Know that's hot
Turn

with my right hand we like stitch and lilo
Please watch ya eyes I keep guns by the  peep hole 
That's cause I can't put my love in fake ppl
I crossed out

scared ho, naw we ain't scared ho

[Project Pat]
The pain is what, I'll bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has

mouth go missing like nemo
I don't fuck with these niggas
Because i know they a rat 
Found out he was snitching 
So i had to get him back 
When i caught

she done with her man
These bitches for the team like a fucking mini van
Tryna get up in yo jeans like a muthafucking pad, eww
Yea I Know, I'm just

I glowed up when my gun showed up
I hope I get to see my son grow up
See y’all don’t get it
I’m a Martyr 
I just know enough to know I don’t know

boutta go nuts like I’m Reese’s
Schoolin’ these rappers with thesis
Lesson 1: Throw the gun I’m dealin’
Lesson 2: I’mma do a killin’
Final Lesson: I’m