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inside my Plans
It's an obvious fact that these niggas don't like me
Is it because they bitches wanna wife me
Is it because I'm a player for the top team

Yeah
2x in this (Woah)

Always made a way, never needed one to guide
Never lonely nigga, keep a stick right by my side
Yeah i'm in the Ville, I ain't

the morning first thing my pen jots
My dreams that are reality connecting new dots
In a house on the stoving cooking the crockpots
Layers to this player I made

riding
By myself with the gang
From the boot I know Im styling
Got these braces off my teeth so my whites they are shining
Bitch we shining
They see Im

will be like man that's a miracle
And it will be funny cause I made it by a lyrical
Musically killing rappers so they wanna be physical
Speaking all

To get to
Know me
I'll unzip
These jeans
It means
For you to
Blow me
I'm not a bitch
You're not
A pimp
That freaking
Owns me
I don't do tricks
Just finger

moving like I'm seeing the light green
I made a whole album, scrapped it in nineteen
This music a mechanic for the manic
I've one side disco with the other

Lithuania

Dan Bern

The Swastika

drive their Mercedes to the mini-malls and take a lunch 
Or network with you or drive past and kill you for no reason 

These are my ghosts: Uncle

Run for Your Life

Group Home

A Tear for the Ghetto

1999

down to the ghetto, with that ill ass flow
Walkin days or nights, business sights and fights
Bodies and souls are gettin picken all night
Indeed yo, in

Insaneology

Necro

Pre-Fix for Death

2004

the cauldron on the altar with chickens

These verses are satanic like Salmon Rushdie
Reading Talmud on embalming fluid next to Muhammad, the devil told him

myself with a damn good price
Sweet oblivion
Got myself a bargain on
Sweet oblivion
That lies in this black tar

These boots are made for walking
Still I

Rappers are for entree
Cook these rappers gourmet
Mother fucking flambé but this shit's way too salty
Yeah
Word is bond, that's my word
You know I am on it

Shorty is a fashionista walkin' down the runway with a brand new pair Adidas
She was shoppin' with a budget over at the Macy's
What was I doing the way she

the fuck are you
Fuck up out my way I ain't got shit to lose
Mo'fucka I got shit to prove
Remember walkin' in New York on my birthday
Moms was still tryna

from the fountain of youth
No lookin' back
Fillin' up cups with good news

Worthy without praise
Innocent light, Rey
These are the gifts you can't choose

And said what these words hitting like a headbutt
Life is like a pushup every time you're down get up
Take it day by day
You got bills on the counter don't

Feet in the sand I hear the waves calling
Water as dark as my heart saying keep walkin'
Yuh
It's like I'm sleep inside a deep coffin
the voices in my

Open Season

Headstrong

Headstrong

tongue in my cheek so far it makes me mute
Heaven is a joke and hell is a lie, pay attention son 'cause these are words to live by
Now watch me kick in

me when i had curls
Uh
Keep throwiing shade liike
Half and half treat me liike slade
I made miistakes
But my tongue you cannot take
Thiis iis my liife

the blackjack 
Can't be stopped 
Winning with a Dak Pass
Hand it to zeke up the middle 
And he gone be off 

Solo never had that 
Every lyric written, by me,

road is cold I am so numb
Every night I fall asleep
I'm haunted by these demons that I'm harboring
Inside a place within my mind
Where optimism dies I'm

Made it off parole I'm finally free/ 10 years removed from buying them Keyz/ nigga what you doing I'm trying to see/ if we move as one we finally

fellow
These nugs got me high like a young Carmelo
Italian ice with the Limoncello
Mixing it up with the shots of Jell-O
Boots are made of armadillo

dug in beneath the open ground
I look around and wonder why all these rappers frown
From death to pounds, the sneerer whenever I'm announced

Dissolves