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seed grow just like a Flower
Just hit up the shorty that I've been With and told her right now we can fleet
Only time I'm not on my feet is when I'm

through the clouds looking beneath my feet
Took off my angel wings and hit the ejection seat
Blast off like a rocket through time and space
Through

lease
And by the way it'll cost a couple hundred at least
Y'all not in the same league as me
My nigga I'm playin' for keeps
Came from the bottom
But

guns a hundred leagues away;	
But till war hath need of them, lightly lie their reins,	       
Softly fall the feet of them along the English lanes.

the hood, yeah, I think I'm finna stay
Bitch, you smokin' cancer sticks, you need to stay away
My brother couldn't get a fire stick, threw it on layaway

(oh ohh, oh ohh)
Another misery
(oh ohh, ooh ahh)
That you can't even stand on your two feet yeah
(QU4RTZ)
I'm not a joke, can't be provoked, no (ooh

brain reacts
Keep it 100 don't get change for that
Just Keep your word and your name in tact
In this game of rap I hit my target
As soon as I focused

in the Tesla, I was Sleeping
Lost off in the deep end
Some days I just drift away
Don't know what they want from me
On stage and it's comforting
I

the leap
Standing alone
White sands stretch beyond
Showed me how to dissolve

Shells breaking neath by feet
Souls who flee
Clouds spinning high
Walking

I'm feeling fine like a hundred mill hot like the summer sun beating down yet cool like I'm a summer chill
People relate to me don't know how them

on this block looking for that b*tch nigga
R*y, it's two clips on that choppa if that nigga try to run away
B*tch, I'm known by Kill4Willie, baby sosa , but

It look like pictures zooming by
I see a hundred on the dash an
Now I'm dashing, fuck the brakes
This is what y'all wanted, what y'all said it takes

torch and my gun 
My feet did seem to know where to go 
But my fire it shrank in the damp and the dank 
I did stop there to let it grow 

As I stood there

ride in big shit
Yeah 350s on my feet I'm up 100 racks in
Viral moment when I'm stepping never need a stylist
Yeah you feinin for perks 357 got that big

one dollar, your money's so low

Smokin' blunts from this pound, roll elbows
Shootin' niggas right in his feet, he wearin' shell toes
In the trap, 40

threw the laptop away
So now it's all a mystery
Hah
I just took his bitch by accident
I was just Twittering
You drive a garbage can
Should get a ticket

silent, I'm telling my story
Yeah, yeah
 
Take a walk up in my J's
I bet your feet hurt by the time you hit the stage
Doing all this work and still you

Melancholy madness I might need to wash my jacket and glasses
Its been weeks
There rather dirty
My hairs not neat
And my feet are starting to reek

He sipping' juice its like the heroine
These bags coming' by the twos, they keep on starron
Of course I'm high as shit how els would I touch the moon

all away
Maybe even something like a hundred
Woo!
None will ever compare to my familiar
She was persuaded to leave even after trusting every word

devastated with the pain we created
It's Wolfie and Antagonist we're taking this nation
Let me spit this rap shit just like Spader
But I don't give away

Description:
The life form measures approximately 5 feet in height and 100 pounds in weight. It possesses two arms and two legs, with five digits on each

of it
They take us by the hundreds
Can't even fucking number it
Admit it, that you're loving it
It's way out of our element
Their words are loud

vision
Every shoes a different face
I tried to hide she chase me
Got some tracks beneath my feet
I got a path of broken glass and all the pieces left