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I only got up to be smoking that product
I'm working on something to bring me that Prada
My rhythm's akin to a soldier I'm honest Gimme the chickens

Glaxay
Faraway from the Milky Way
Chick-fil-A, chicken sandwich waffle fries
Large lemonade
Beat the beat-up MMA
Got a BDA, PF’s where I get fit

I'm a tool with a passion
LooseScrew
My shoes barely passing
Two C's
Had to get out the crib I had boohoos
Never had a girl say that she need me

eating chicken feed 
Stress got you spitting teeth, news bring you no relief 
My beliefs are multiple
Ask the chief constable
He's rational, sensible, my

Annual, sponsored by motherfucking Valentine
Cross Country Clothing
And a lot of wack shit that the hood will
Not wear anymore we got my man
Up first his

Blessed are the meek 
But the reverend getting blessings every week 
Nigga freeze
Get your hands up! Aye
Even if you got your bands up 
You're a cancer

Carry On

Shyheim

The Greatest Story Never Told

2005

to bring my feed up
'cause yesterday, in the fish tank, a bitch nigga got ate
And beat up, I'm blowin', stick after stick
But stayin' on my water game,

that coffee up (There's a whole wide world)

(Verse 1: Matter Ov Fact of The Doppelgangaz)
Check it
I knew this chick down in Paducah
Her only talent was

different hustles , bitch we gon' get paid
Yeah, I hit up baby blends when I need a fresh fade
It's a good fuckin' day when the money gettin' mad

How

em on pint get the finish then back up yo smoke a  
Ounce of weed an bleed that blasphemy ya feed that hungry that they swore they die under another

blow she tempted
An shots attempted by you end up in the bayous
She be like bye dude but if it was i you I would try too
I see you baby don’t run from me

put that bitch all on E
I came from mud
Yea it's dirt on my feet
Get yo hands dirty
I do it repeat
I got my boys in the back
No street
Load up the clip

what happened to us? We never out anymore
We all cooped up in the crib toothbrushin' the kicks
Plus I'm obsessed with these chicks look how I'm dressin'

don't feed no feds
If you leave
Then feds goin get that belly
No nigga I'm made
Y'all can't touch me
Unless you dead
I don't even do guns
Just callin

emotional when things get weird 
What exactly's goin' on around here, isn't clear 
Feed into your fears, and you might disappear 
Don't shed a tear, if it

to a chick? I don't sleep with no pillow
In my dreams got a smith by my side like I'm willow
If my wife do me wrong turn myself to a widow
Roddy put the Forgys

The 12 King Pimp Commandments

Necro

Gory Days

There's rules to this shit I'll break down a lesson
Step by step
Like a booklet for you to sweat
And try to apply
To make yourself fly
No. 1: must be strong

I'm a pleasure seeking creature driven by my sins desires
Feed my demons with the fire
Don't trust me I'm a liar
Don't trust me I got stones where I

degeneres
Can't get backdoored by my homie , I rather grind by lonely
Got my 6 like I'm 3 niggas hate I dug up the old me
...

Throwing L no I ain't loc my

pot and it's getting hard to breathe
Get it by any means got a family to feed
But these pussy ass niggas trying stop me in defeat
I'm feeling like

up music bumping
Lookin' for my McMuffin early up
Frappe in my cup hash browns for my cubs
Nah I really they my chicks Papa Penguin cold as fuck
How I

to turn witness
Bite the hand that feed you
You gon lose chicken
My nigga working all day
He ain't left the kitchen
Sorry momma for that pain you know I'm

a dog and a AK

Never been no gangsta
I just grew up round them
Knowing I could get smoked
When they shoot around them
These my friends momma
I ain't

my  weight  up, way up in dimension
Shitting on you niggas, cause a nigga been pissing

Heat off the chicken, rotisserie glistening
My money so not me,