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blatin
I ain't talkin' bout no nightwing, bitch, one dick, no replacement
Five niggas all get killed by me
Fuck a nigga, I'm an Ace'em
And I don't wanna

mine
The crew knows it's time
She know she fine
She know she mine
She know she fine
She know she mine
Who
You
Balon D'or
Like I kick sauce
Use to bang

Yeah
RIP Kobe 2020 was crazy
RIP Pop
RIP George Floyd
RIP Sandra Bland
Crazy Man
Black Lives Matter
Watch me black out though
I appreciate yall for

the lights low
And your mood swings when you off your benzos
I ain't judging you just a little info

Ay, yeah, run it back for a minute
You said you live

ordered some pills by the 100 pack
Got the bitch on my dick she a lumber jack
Got yo bitch ain't no coming back
Touch Down Touch Down I don't fumble w

Smoking
When I'm wit my crew
We gon roll away
Even better smoking by the two
Stems I throw away
Ain't nobody ever seen a hippy turn the smoke away
Hold

to do girl
Pass it to the crew girl
Off a perk or two girl
Tryna see how you move girl
No i ain't tryna do more
Told myself to do more
You live and die by

It's the daddy of em all and you know how i live
Every day of the week, I keep em comin 24 -7
Mackin aint easy, but somebody's gotta do it
True it's -

blinded me

God I'm begging you both my arms spread out sideways
We all broke in two since the start man we all failed
Should we question you if we're lost

2000 Seasons

Reflection Eternal

Soundbombing

1997

was killed by the saviors of his own dream 
Our movement 

Verse One 
I'm not a human being into no spirtual shit 
Spiritual remanifested

on two-fifth
Rolling with the number one clique
We just ripped our first hit
Had the ride and all that
But the night was so fat
We trooped to to get the black

the rain and the obstacles
It ain't all about me i got mouths
To feed
2 female shooters and the valcuries
The loud i pump gas
Like volvoline
We in

Next Levels

DJ Food

You Don't Know (DJ Food's 1000 Masks Mix)

2008

1, 2 1, 2 yes
Yo, it's King Gheedra, combined with the forces of nine ether
Blowing woofers and tweeters, shaking syllable meaning
Disaster's

Money (Dollar Bill)

Everlast

Whitey Ford Sings the Blues

1998

the boogie
I be loyal to my peeps
Like budha stud doogie

Never very bad news
Payin' crazy dues
I'm blowin' out crews
And tamin' mad shrews

Like Bill

corner store door chime /into any business u deem as mine I talk as if my line been compromised/by that  crew j Edgar Hoover assembled/my onsomble resemble

the ground
Now they ain't making a sound
When we clash, with these cats
Then we gon' leave a dead crew
Like Ash leavin' the cabin in Evil Dead 2
Feeling their

in it every second'll becomes hours thats time/
Putting in work coz we have to we grind/
N i aint gon stop til we conquer n shine/

[Chorus] 2x
A King

that to Bentley coupe
You cannot trust no one because you fuck with too many crews
Been on too many cruises with blunts and the music loud
Ride by that

crew, ek's old school, soos Guru
Maar ek bly in fokus, cos we don't live for hip-hop it lives for us

B, i to the double t, e, r  to the e, i, n, d, e, r

and Jay the only two that understand my pain the reason we became a crew
Was only 9 ain’t understand a lot
Like Jay yo mama gave you everything, and Teddy

on a chevy classic where I sit them at
2 Boss bytches on tweety birds chasing pooty tats
Laws get behind us they gone stash it in they pooty tat
Test me in

'ma need that patty with a lotta cheese
Small town city with the big vibes
Ain't no city that could beat mine
Girls so pretty I don't see nines
All two digis

yo, ah)

Since I turned to the boss life (uh huh), I ain't really been y'all type (nah)
These bitches be all tight, but they'll really be alright
I

reaction
I been signing up in these docs
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Stared at by those cops
No reaction
MGK got a new drop
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You ain't telling me, what I got