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listen to drake
These raps are hitting like Frazier's left
A rhythm that slays, rats, snitches, and fakes
Get smacked, stitched up, and sprayed
After that,

breathe out like a nigga got asthma
Shoot a headshot like she holdin' up a camel Let a bitch dupe me like Eve did Adam
But I'll never be another ally like

Smoke so good got your bitch bouta faint
Da gas ain't dank If you still up standing
White powder lines in the hills like cali
Your chick so white she look

cloud
The fact that im only thirteen and i can still stand proud
Y you tweaking is it cause i flow like a grey hound
Honestly, i so blessed i get to eat

Williams real or fake
But i work it like a piston
Cross over Grant Hill in 96 and
Don't act different cause you can't envision it
This how we get it in up

she speaking tongues Bobby bouche
Know that if I fuck up she may go and get a new play
Niggas tryna hop up on my wave they some bootlegs
See these

going hard
Im a tone of bricks
Yall aint feed me when I starved
Now Im snatching shit
And If I be with a brawd
She a classy chick
I know about ya fetish

gon' have to write my sentences

But these more than synonyms, this shit could get subliminal
No interviews, my interview could take the game and feed

Tank get his harness on, Lemmy play nice.
Lacing up my boots, telling Ruger hang tight.
Let the dogs out! Feed the goats and the chickens.
Head to buns

fuck this shit
Immature chickens holding guns and doing nothing i'll
Fry 'em up and make some motherfucking breakfast bacon egg biscuits
You think this

us chosen are born to tell jokes
While most of you sit by my fire and choke
On the soot in the air from my untempered blaze
Because my comedy leaves

Ekelebe, you rejoice for having won the battle
But the war comes after you have
Left and more innocent lifes get slaughtered
Like pigs and chickens

Hol' up one minute
You just might get it
A platinum, gold, silver, or bronze
Legit he bit it
If you can't feed it, beat it
Starving thoughts depleted

Shogun of propane
Pop stains on the brand name
Chickens get slain with my lions mane
Defy gravity and pain with
Laser beam aim
You niggas lame
I came

Murals

You looking for me?
I’ll be hiding in this hoodie
Wherever 
Wintertime’s are 65 and sunny
You trying to pull up?
Better come through
Like

to get by
Break you down
Layin' on the ground
Nowhere to run and hide
Think I might
Just take a bite
Do what I like
I'm the freak
That you need
Blowing

Catch me with a cup with a bad ass chick
Sippin something mean you can pass that spliff
Gang always lit you can tell by a whiff
Turnt with the team yea we

Boyz N the Hood

Blu

Good To Be Home

2017

from the 'burbs
Around the same time I was trying to learn
How to pick a lock with a hanger, load shots in the chamber
Get loaf from the cops

the ground
By the crack of the sound then I got em by the neck
Told my lil niggaz it's lit/
Dessy bout to get this check
Dessy bout to take this chick
And put

brain deformed, put in proper thoughts
Ride through with no shoes and soccer shorts
Show up on horses with tomahawks
And I slap my dick out like I'm

I don't just smoke for high I got real pain
Fucked up as a child getting abused by her ex man
Never bite the hands that feed you but I wanted to cut

the pocket, I'm throwin' these bullets like Jimmy Garoppolo (HOO)
This ain't no Trapsgiving part 2
But I can feed your soul without any food like chicken adobo

Yea
Uh
Yea
My inner cortex is something like a machine
Losers can't compete and these rookies not in my league (Nah)
And I've been known by prophets

(no thanks, man)
Bird's eye chili seeds dot the chicken, off the block Guyanese rice and peas
Cops ride by and be in the breeze
No need for stop