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now I'm running and going full speed and never slowing
Never waste a moment, momentum ain't all that I've been building
Built a empire overnight by

close to death
Last day on earth
What exactly would you do?
Multiply that by 7 and then 52
That's 360 all year no fear
To be 100 percent yourself
Straight

((If I was White))
......maybe you would you love me more If i was white/
Listen

V1
Let me, tell you a Story bouta boy named Russ/
Black Boy, 7

fooled by the legs
And the gestures man she not into you
Yeah
Dumb anyone who not defending you
Yet I still feel dependable 
Oh what they say like my brain

a banana or mating opportunity
Can easily get bitten by a group mate
Avoiding pain is the brains top priority
But if you never reach for a reward
You would

the rings on
Da da da  da daaaah

cn I can see it clearly
Game 7 series ya'll got to feel me
Cool under pressure I'm bout to do em filthy
Seconds on da clock

Two four seven I be steering at my phone, looking at your picture babe, tells how much I love you babe
Wow wow wow
Every single second with you is

of the
Soldiers was unheard of
Left the base in 1981
Headed home to Milwaukee for a little fun
Five years past
And things was going pretty good
Killed about seven

coming by
I just look up at the sky
Man "it is what it is" I said that like a hundred times
In a second
Now I feel I'm threatened
By myself I'm like

I'm Instagram reelin it
Hoping they can't see the pain
I second amendment the pain
I'm feeling as deadly as Cain
Not walking steady I need me a cane
Not

should be taught a lesson
Im impaired by seven
Prefer my brain when its lessened
Im so gone by eleven
Hope I made it to heaven
Its so hard to find
Reasons

if you got the guts

A hard pill to swallow

We’re all just Kids On Drugs lost again feeling shallow

Never landing on a hard spot hand reach for

Brains nuanced we the new ones actin’ a nuisance
No money but got my two cents
Good trees loose leaf and smooth music
Acoustic plugged in you choose

Bitch I don’t give a fuck, I’ll
Stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck
You can ask my ex
I bust quicker than two techs
Caressed by a kid with category

I love to kiss on the bitches with bad breath
And choke her by the neck while
I just fuck her to death

Now tell me (What?) do you love me?
(Huh?)

and give you my last name
So when we get home
Don't think I'll have the guts to say that you should lose your second name
You make me wanna drive a minivan

The Blend

The Herbaliser

Blow Your Headphones

1997

7-1-8, and 5-1-6 area
Throughout borough to borough, state to state, world thorough wide
I ride, driving mass tracks to genocide
Verbal defender,

her cousins
Bottled by the one she wouldn't marry
Who wishes that she loved him
He tried struggling
But seven of them all punching him
He bleeds 'til

a couple things y'all ain't into
You might hear about it while I kill this instrumental (Hey)
Bruce Wayne when I pull in (Skrt)
Liu Kang with the shoe skins

Used to be the highway would cloak me like a second skin
Had to go my own way. But now I'm getting' right back to where I've been
Dreams I followed

But if you slip for a second into my skin and bones
You'd understand the feeling that I'm not alone
It hits home the names around "sociopath"
When

awesome seeing your dispair
Making my madness arise

STAB(2x)

Scratching! With my hands
Slicing!
Possessed! By your brain
Feel fuck STAB! STAB! STAB!

selling oxy's black market
Surrounded by computer hackers, train beggars, purse snatchers
Line snorters, inspired actors athletes overdosing on campus

I

Wasting time
For ever more
I'm lying on the floor
Unable to speak
My brain is getting sore
Another shot, I'm ready to rot
Only a few trips