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Christo Columbus
But I am from Columbus Mississippi
If a nigga kill you here ain't nobody Coming for ya
Sticks up hittum up littum
600 Horses in this bitch

every meal

I ain't worried bout fucking bitch give me some Becky
I like my hoes pretty not boujee and petty
I been putting work in that's why they

when you talk to me
Ego big enough to be embarrassing 
I drop bars not the bar on these niggas 
I got em by a rope they all dangling (Look)
Let's address

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insist that they're just awful

I love how you glide across the piano keys
Your music flows from you with ease
As if you're not trying to impress
You sing

the problem,
Look at me the problem solver,
Whole time I shouldn't bother,
Jay Laroy is not the father,
Been a dawg forgot the collar,
Hit her up forgot to call

dangerous
Puddle of emotions, but you been helping me closely find closure
I hope I'm not too cheesy when I say this
But damn, it feel good to have you by my

I let you live, is this, not a blessing? I know and I see all but you keep on testing, I died on a cross to wash away your sins, now would you give

from New York city
And yet my life is shitty
Yuh!
What's good?
Just in the neighborhood
Only thought if I could
Didn't think about if I should
Hah
It's

that
Aye! Shout out to all the homies in the bay
I'm going hyphy in a polo like my name is Mac Dre
They just know me by my rap name
Treat this like

'Cause I wanted to be careful
Not wanting the song to fade away
And be replaced
By a catchier tune
Ah, but carefulness turned out to be a nest without care

her pain turned into rage
When they set her up in flames
While he always was the monster
Yet all people fear her name

Oh, and she turned cold then
It's

I'm numb to the pain
If you ever just wanna complain
It no longer can stay in your brain
Just shove it up your ass
In my bag, in my bag
GAME too real

gonna get it
Time will pass you by if you let it
I'm tryna get the bag and get that money on my own
Not even tryna brag I'm tryna build us up a home

to keep on killing it until everyone is crushed
Do you get it
I know that I'm not right in the head
But does that make me dangerous
Scratch that, just leave

said, "You will, and it's gonna be great as such"
It's not that she can't relate
She just don't see it that way
She scans the earth with a gentler kind

Metaphor for metamorph
It's like a sport
I sharpen words and not my sword
I'm not a sore
Loser
But it pop my cork
Pop my bubble
Papa swore
I'll grow

they say again
Even though it's trimmed just right
They never give us any respite

They won't let us live in peace
We don't feel like we can breathe

from
Not on just to see
Me standing by myself
With a pocket full of dreams
It looks empty to the others
Who's not watching
At the seams stitched
Pieces

cares behind).

It’s getting wild, but we’ve only just begun.
If you follow all the rules, you miss the fun.
We  moe on up, we shut it down, we came

suckin' on titties
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I replace them
I Respect OG’s, y’all disgrace them
I make mistakes, I erase them

the game by a landslide
I’m running low on handouts yeah I confess I’m screening calls
Pick up when the money rings otherwise I hit ignore
You see this

by phone
I ain't looking for a healing, just an improved feeling
If she can give it, I'm with her, but only if she delivers
Deliver how can you, I

Christ by God
To share his bloody win
I love my niggas
So I check on bronem
Lord give me sleep
You know I need that honey rem
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