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fever
From my demeanor, you can tell I've been through it
I'm here to win, I'm really him and you can tell by the music (Yeah)
I still remember the Buick

I jack son like Mahalia
I'm trying to tell ya I'll F you up
Don't let 'em set you up for a failure
I'm a hustler
But I don't touch drug paraphernalia

worried bout how they glistening
The words missing
A certain something
They copycats
I’m the Black Dahlia
You can tell the difference
By the precision in

don't tell me to chill
I do it all by my lonely
I do it all to show me
That shit ain't what it seems
Keep some blicks with beams
Keep a solid team
I'm

seen a white boy in the trap
If you talkin on me we gon take you off the map
And I ain’t ever fuckin cap in my mother fuckin rap
Like damn baby is you

a street boy here
So when I gat this money ama piss on em
Yeah
Peace and harmony before the money (yeah)
My brothers are my family ain't no combat for

you patterns
You need to break you have 'em
By the thousands
Think that men deserve to have it
That pussy whenever they want it
Just one thought

stomach
But self-pity won't cut it, I tell 'em, "Up the budget"
Now niggas wanna own their masters, y'all actors
I'm a factor, roll like tractors,

the gin
Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in
Who you gon' tell when the repercussions spin?
Showing off your ass cause you're thinkin' it's a trend

Woke up and decided some shit is beneath me
Any old problems or beefs you can keep em
I'm vibing off vegans, while bitches been reaching to be me

look at, tell he's hella dangerous
Them man are talking, but my bruddas, we're the demonstrators
Young nigga's killing 'em, free my nigga Simion
He

Open up a book just to turn a page on that chapter
Knew me fore' the rain, but you don't really know me after
Finna cut some niggas up, serve em

He probably just ain't wanna fuck me up in front of my wife
My kids seen everything, they asked if I was alright
And all of them was scared, my big boy

can't flock with me
Fuck all that talking let's beef in the battle ring
No coliseum let's do this shit properly

Pussy niggas hiding never try seek em
I

back to normal, so she don't think to report the crime
Now the boys her own age been tryin' to date, she turn 'em down
Cause she doesn't feel like she

fasho
You a noobie I know
Tell the difference 'tween a rebel and me
A try hard die hard while I'm leveling streets
Like Godzilla
The god killa who got

just is boring
Glory for some violence ain't the M.O. of my demo
Only tell my experiences on the instrumental
Them boys greasy as oil sheen, they relieve

sporadic that my enemies can't figure out when the iron is hot enough for them to strike
So I broke the ice by giving 'em handkerchiefs 'cause that's

bitches, they zesty

White boy, he the plug, call him Wesley
I ain't your homie, don't call me your bestie
Nigga, like, who is you talkin' to reckless
I

on his way home, & I'm supposed to say just stay strong?,

They bullying that lil boy,
The second he decide to fight em, dispatch is deployed,
His father

problem with you,
Hypocrite ass nigga my open hand is bout ready to slao you,
How the fuck you gone tell me to get off my phone,
Then go around the corner

being a hoe 
On text I’ll talk my shit 
And tell you that I love you But you not gon meet me no 

And they steady tryna hate on a nigga 
Cuz they know

become yours
A day is a test, and by glory of God, I keep on walking through doors
That's not a flex, that why I gave him the glory, he took away all

smoke on his damn strap
But it was a fabrication from the imagination of a young boy that had lost his patience
He sees his reflection and thinks back