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Me and my faction
Don’t like asking questions
Strictly blunt sessions
Speakin on the dead man
You must have a death wish
I kill you with these bars

Ok
Yeah
Here we go yet again
Go phone a friend
I'm back doing my thing
For the Son of Man
Last mixtape
Did good not great
But God did take
What I had

you to value time
Don’t be led by your emotions
Communication is currency
I don’t like to be broke
I'm the first in my bloodline to do this
& I ain’t

consumed me, listen to reason
This is nutin washed up this a son of God speaking
And I'm quite pissed to be put in a box
To be hearing all their views while

yea drip like a faucet
Ima boss fuck a need with a office
Tell em 2 Mill a settle the offer
No discussion I won't take a order
Got 2 sons & a daughter

roll through we don't look light (Skrr)
Yeah, we're tryna shake the party like Suge Knight
Tryna start drama, girl, goodnight
Onto better things, yeah,

Bad twins...like...rolling on a bike
But the back wheel just don't act right
Or binary stars, seen from afar, shining hard
But one is

like a stake
I might rob his son cause he little call that boy Nate
I was deep in her pussy got her shaking earthquake
This shit wet it’s like a lake
I

of blindness behind me
My history gospel truth
And bringing hellfire up in booth
Don’t lose a tooth
Fuckin wit Vickie's boy floor to neck Dickie down

told my people we gone
Make a million off of rap familys all I
Know making sure that they good
Fasho make sure that my son done
All his homework before I

one
You are that's a shame son
Been at it for a while nah nigga we ain't done
We rolling let's roll out
Getting money no doubt
She come home with me yo

If you know him then you know me
Manifestin my dream slowly
I ain't do this by my lonley
Got 2 sons they tatted on me
An a queen that's ridin fo me

don't have to be a slave til you die the choice is yours
Everybody got a problem with Ye's popular phrase

Son of a bitch yuh damn scammer
Yikes uhhhh I'm

like you need med prescriptions
Blinded by the light that's shinning
got me feel epileptic
What's the sitch tho
Tell you how the flip go
Feeling easy

my brothers
When we grew up as screw ups and thought they'd never love us
And they would dispute us to move us at least we had eachother
Boy what you

like you and They aint gotta like you
Grab a hold of yourself
Ya you owe it to yourself
Everybody sing
Been a rebel all my life son i can't lie
The devil

roll a wood & take my son out to the beaches
Cause niggas man they be leaches taking credit in they speeches
So every time I hit the booth I GOTTA leave

son, I'm the moon
Grab my surfboard, traverse the monsoon
There's no need to worry, in the end we're all doomed
Like a circle Yin & Yang, I'm saved by

Big boy status
I just transitioned like the son of magic
Chev told her she could meet me if she doesn't panic
She said oh my god really I'm so

need some space
I'm tryna survive
With you by my side
Yeah I'm an open book I don't gotta lie
You better you better run
You better you better run
Don

don't me
My son daughter and wife left me and they
My one and only
Dang
Man I hate these hunger pains
Hate these hunger pains
On my shirt you see

like I'm insane
You too pussy cause you a lame boy
I'm tryna take names like its ether
Hit you in your chest you need a breather
You and your crew don

things like divide by zero
No, Science is sexy. Repeat after me, I said "Science is sexy"
Science is sexy

I carry it around over my shoulder
You boys will

it's a game to me
I tried to let it go that's when it came to me

She like Khali boy can you sing to me
Lil baby I don't know if it's meant to be
I'ma