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to a crisp
Dig the ditch
Burn the bridge
Sink the ship
Unload the clip
Move on to the next
Thought they was slick
End up dead and stiff
The Scales have tipped

to a crisp
Dig the ditch
Burn the bridge
Sink the ship
Unload the clip
Move on to the next
They Thought they was slick
End up dead and stiff
The scales have

by
Eye to eye is no option on a level of mine
Shut the fuck up and get some or could run and hide
I blast like a IED if you lie
They look in the mirror

Penning world class pages
Bare pretenders
Highly skilled mime artists
It's just a circus
Watching who could climb fastest
The prime artist
The Sage fam, my

The Rock was dead
I spoke to the clock with human hands
He wouldn't let me smash so I tried again
He told me not to talk to his next of kin
So I whipped him

a minute
To talk about the way that we as people are livin'
It's time to make a change yeah it's time to make a difference
We could all lay around just

sense
Like, you know how you feel
Like, just tell a man
Real talk
Yeah
Cause there’s no room for the broken-hearted
When you’re riding along
And you know

All around the world
Niggas act like they know me
All around world
Niggas act like we homies
Got a bop when I walk
Hoes listen when I talk
Thing will

Brain dead empty addiction
Was fueling most of my motives
Could never talk would look down
To ponder on what I've been doing
Can't even glance at your

ain't free, niggas live by the script
Thought about my nigga we ain't talk in a while
Pushed you to the side, you was slowing me down
I woke up

1944 and I'm knocking at the door of Mademoiselle Helene
We met by chance in the west of France - she turned my world around
I'm proud to fight for

Virginity lost by a slick talker
I woke up in that new bugatti
I use my bed to fuck sleep why lay
Cuban and gucci link getting capital
I was rocking 2 chains

enough food and it's going to mayhem
Slay them
We're going back to the days when
We have fight one another like cave men
Satan
People talk shit on their

where to find it
Even if you paint pretty
You can't change the climate
Of my inner sanctum
My hard work is thankless
Bold print the statement
I could show