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think that they grew in there
It's about 3 in there, it's at least 2 in there
Open the oven up I put a few in there
I put a uzi right by the computer

on the way
Go on bag up a zip
Only rapper for the kid
I need the rapper for the gig
A couple months and the jigs up
2 weeks had the hiccups
I was lost by

cause I gotta prove that I'm right
Believe that when niggas are gonna speak up
They gon kill them cause they think the truth is a lie
Forgive and forget

by the madness
We conjuring some black magic
Raise the dead up from the Blackness
Fuck that bitch up on a mattress of dead souls
I'm taking the devils

Play this for the kliq I know that they feeling this
Every time that I step up bet that imma kill this shit
I dont care about much im just going with

their place
Go to sleep, then I wake up and I pray (And I pray)

No team, just me, it's just me myself and I
Big dreams, new wings, spitting rhymes while

just got me all fucked up
I'm seeing you tonight
But I want you by side
Im just always dead inside
Baby but you give me light
Shine bright
Come outside

(Woah)
It's getting late shorty come by
You hit me up like a hundred times
We tear it up yea we too live
We tear it up yea we too live
Stayed

don't feel well right now
Hit up that real world right now
Oo-oo
Oo-oo
Smoke it
Our friends are all but gone by now
Oo-oo
Oo-oo-oo
I crashed that car

Clock keeps ticking
As the time flies by
So many times I've forgiven you
In my mind
My dreams keep haunting me I get no sleep
I keep thinking I'm in

A bunch of fake ass people that tried to message me direct

Get the hell up off my phone
I know everyone's some shit
All the people that say they know me

JoJo
Took a dancer to the crib, now I say she gotta go-go
Told her I don't want no love, baby what's the hold up
I just wanna kick it by myself and maybe

you by in two seat (tell it)
Purse drop in that whoo suite (sell it)
Can't rap for a bookdeal (shelf it)
You need a ghostwriter (spell it)
Stuck up my

I get up and get what I want
No time to rest in the rums
I get up and get what I want
No time to rest in the rums

Popstar popstar life gotta make

jumpin'
In this Mu'fucka turn it up
If you got that reffer in this Bitch
Go head and Burn it up
Smokin' on that immigrant
Colors look like Now & Laters
Ya

I don't wanna wake up next to you
I just wanna break up and be through
I'm so sick of all the names that you call me
Angels don't speak that way
I am

rise
Baby we onna' rise
We onna' rise up in the sky like 30' inch tires
I know they can tell by the way that we slide we onna' rise
You haters look goofy

that I did it by myself
Lil Big Boy, no one else
Didn't even fear death itself
Legends only live for themselves
So uh
What do you usually do up here?

wanna show they titties
When I touch down, I'm stacking up these benjis
Touch down, bitch you know I touched down
Copped a pound, bitch I roll up by

In the booth this mornin'
Ain't tired, no yawnin'

Bullets fly, like birds, cold world, iceberg
And I'm jus tryna heat up every track with a verse

runway
Dressed up in a suit and Ty, no Fontaine
We finna slide to his home
Like Flipp said, bitch please leave me alone
Yo is slow got something wrong in

Whole lotta' money I been makin' moves
4 by 4 Jeep with the extended roof
Play with my crew and we breaking the news
Born back in April but I'm not

(Yxkyo on the beat)
We won't shake hands, pussy boy
I'mma fuck up your life and take your bands, pussy boy
FKA, we hit the plans, light the joints

Don't get fright
I can sing you lullabies to heal the pain
Had to up artillery this year again
All the shit they talked multiplied the bands
Been