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prep the table)
Lemme go to the McLabel and
Order a fast rap with the generic words
How many fables you gon spin 'bout asses clapping
And the sweet bills

on business
Lost two brothers in one night, now that Blick come with a light
Nigga cross me Ima nail him to the cross on Jesus Christ
And I ain't playing bout

The old Face
I don’t even rap bout dat 
Cause it’s a cold case
Focused on my safe
So I don’t get my party on
Quarter mil invested 
In NFTs and Polygon
I’m

paper Just left the icebox
Get to clutchin When you reachin
Im protected by the Glock

Blackout on a nigga Like its New Year
Real hittas only in my circle

Time went by fast next thing I know I'm up in the booth yeah
Sipping on juice yeah
Just copped me a deuce yeah
Bitches come and go you cannot expect me

in Winston Salem
Was bout to give birth and I could tell just by the cravings
Of wanting more than making beats and warming piano seats
To change my

drugs I think I captured rapture
Water down the lean 7 Up now I drink it faster
Most these pussies Casper I ain't worried bout the whisper ima go n get it

to lose
Long game came cuz  a nigga stick to the rules
You can tell by the shoes, you can tell by the jewels
But don't get it confused nigga this ain't

up in the section was surrounded by the streeters
Gang bangers drug dealers toting nine millimeters
You can never turn a hoe into a housewife diva
You

yeah)
Noah’s Ark 
I’m bringing them in by the two’s (in by the two’s yeah)
That’s two for me none for you these bitches gon choose
Sliding round town big

America
Lyrics – Jaris “Pearse” Pearson

Verse 1

Domestic Violence unleashed by tyrants
Lessens the space in which we reside in
Disputes bout money

my profit ain't up
Know I can't die over love
Bitches been riding a nigga wave
Tell em I'm bout to cum
You see me hop out the whip
Relax, just try not

I'm a beast that you could never tame
And I'm by myself, because these bitches proved to me this world is fake
push this bitch like I built some

spreading, life's good Juice said it
My hood filled with lead it ain't good for the message
I'm a real music nigga you a real clueless figure
Keep it real

Uh
Yeah
Uh, beast mode, each song, Pri shit
I can't give no fuck bout a nigga on the throne
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
I got colors, every hue
Beat you red, till

Don't care bout nothing
But you
When we making love in the rain
I can feel your soul so true
So deep up in your loving bae
And I don't want no one but you

ain't finished, I'm devoted
And you know it, and you know it

So follow me up cause this shit 'bout to go
(Down)
I'm doing 500, I'm outta control (Now)

moving in the sky so high without Kush omo I still fly
I wanna be a teacher take you to school my class my rules ama flog you fools
I wanna be a doctor

more?
Would I burn herb as I learn the world outside the U.S doors?
Would I still be SSJ4 or claimed by The Death Ball?
Would I still be me? 
Up like

clip (Brrrt)
Bout to go smoke up a zip (Yea)
I'm too bothered to even feel bothered by shit (Too bothered)
This wasn't part of the script, but not

trying to fuck with 'V'
Came by your trap that shit wasn't talking 'bout nothing
I can't understand why they trying to keep
up with me
They just can't

wanna speak for you
Headphones I just kick back and see through it
Amma bout this money
Splitting bread with my people
A tribe type nigga
My Ego getting

Yeah, yeah
Got my bitch in Balmain
I get it right back
No, you ain't like that
It got me excited
I might just fuck with 'em both
I love when you ride it

Pride and greed Well I Guess that's the Price of a Nation
And while these politicians continue on Vacation
The beaches that they sitting on get ate by