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You'll end up in a mosiliem
Beside ghost spirits
Buried alive by the time they hearing this interlude
The wise so kendrick
Uh

Guys so jimmy i'm slicker

to dig up out the ditch 
Grab my dick my road was rough 
Had some choices in decisive picking poison 
Fell in love with toxic shit and its devices

seen better days
Purple green, red hairs, rainbow atmospheric haze
Get lost in a deep thought, anesthetic gaze
Till a lady caught my eye as she pass by

News persuasions,

Racial segregation, 
A fucked up generation
History written
For a white American
Class ambitions

Getting fed by the Media
Hungry like

shit up on they dick

Mind my business, I ain't in it, but I had to say that shit
Fuck them pictures, fuck that video, bitch, go ahead and leak that shit

a young nigga
I was lookin for a purpose
Niggas try to down me
But I'm grounded on the surface
Keep my spirits up
I can feel the devil lurkin
Back against

some dick
But they stay out of town
C.O.T.N. till the ground
In her cuz I love the sounds
I'll invest in pussy for a nigga play me out of bounds
Hold up

in with my brothers, plotting spots up out the gutter
Running the year and up the numbers, played it by ear like Stevie Wonder
Sipping the spirits for

to lighten up they medulla
And cerebellum you fuck with me yo you won't need a tutor
I'll give you good dick and advice and help you with your future
Not

Jugs
Up tha stairs by hair then I beat tha pussy up
She started screamin like a demon, Put tha barrel in her mouth
Shot a load in her face and then I

My Life

Déjà Vu

It's a Beautiful Thing

1999

A chronic hustler of crack; a typical bitch
Raised by Madu, who strung out on a glass dick
But every now and then I blessed her with a hit
So she don't

invest into the governments ghostly demise
Y'all some fuckin' flies
Get up out my ear buzzin' wit yo lame ass
All over the media lookin' like a stain ass

Over 45 with a 45, getting dinero
Keep laughing and get killed by a weirdo

Lecxs welcome to wars son bring it to me
Banging MC’s like an MPC
How ya gone

than human
What ruins influenced him
Crooked paths often congruent
With a stick up kid
Born from the ribs
Right hand to God
Left hand on his dick

he don't live by the lyrics
Not a real shooter can tell by appearance
Two in the head turn his ass to a spirit
The glizzy and draco I swear that they

immaculate
The hand that picked without any Hesitance
Won't regret
Step in to the flame
Lit up spirits
No limits
Gold in us
Nothing to prove but you do owe it

me dick
Give me kissey
Could've freestyled but it's written
Speak in Portuguese
Though I mostly think in English
It's always 10 hoes in my kitchen
4

done did it (yes)
Den you gon really act spirit (ghost)
We done really pull up on dat pussy nigga place, made dat nigga admit it
How you gon say you

By now all you niggas should know my name
I'm not impressed by the cars, clothes, jewelry, the women, or fucking fame
You rappers all sound the same

Maybe it's a lot
With the uh
Heavy reality shit
Depressing ass motherfucker
Overe here finna get lit
Well my kind of lit
Like who am I turning up
For

and see you watching me no shame too, 
Then you make me pick up that you're messaging my dad, 
You couldv'e dated him or something by the story that you

the cops and beefing blocks
Think you'll ever see me, must be chiefin rocks
Like Green Day, they album dookie
Coming around washed up, on that Pookie

cherry
Happened to be wearing my white pants
I had a fart that turned to shart by chance

Teleporter
Take me far away
I don't want to be here anymore

Sem fucked up, musim chlastat whiskey
Z patra pak zase napsat sick shit
Tak jak vždycky, ty si cock jak Indy
A kráva řikala, že prej nic neřikala