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from multiple angles
Me and the money entangled
Grip that shit tight yea I keep that hoe strangled
Might sing on these tunes but no I’m no sanger 
Got yo

human by design but my visions an ocean 

I'm in the cypher like it's dire
I'm a dragon to fire
Control the beat like a Kaiser 
Steady aim and than fire

life is a game of chess

I will not lose, I will not quit, I will not stop, iron the grip
I'm on my grind, on my pivot, I'm like Popeye on his spinach

iron fillings (Got chemistry)
We can make a movie science fiction, my baby always glowing like the stars on my ceiling
I know that you are the girl that

is
Infecting, limitless no one gives my penicillin
Sin, tax leaves a burden to be judged by the gods
The sentence is odd
Seek approval of the people in

Bitch I'm player made check my rep and my accolades
Imagine me singing a serenade
Be aggressive and don't hesitate
We iron wrinkles we don't let it

this love true and real I never stopped to think
That damn Boo you so fine can this amazonian be mine
Then our eyes meet to the tune of this love songs

running with that Nigga man
Lungs filled up with Kush
Ima need some oxygen
Wanna change the climate
You know I'm the weather man
They tune in for me like

I'd be screwed by em'
Like Charlamagne
Coming off the Harlem ay'
Increase the auto tune
So Y'all can't ignore the pain
I ain't a lil' sky cuz I'm

The (iron)y is that I find my self in mental prison

I guess its, really why im into all this rhyming shit
Discover my self, im hoping you could vibe a bit
I

things, I'll aspire to do many things
And by many things, I mean everything, do anything, beat burying, flows varying
I'm an animal, cannibal, eat the beat

tryna progress so
Can't let my graph plateau
Or get my head hurt by a hoe (never that)
But I'm onto a winner
Cause her waist looking slimmer
I only make

I swear they tryna press me, keep on trying
I can't get pressed because I keep an iron and it's by my side

Woah, woah (Ayy, I can make 100 in a week,

you don't like my music
Stupid I ain't even ask your ass to tune in
I'm a nuisance guess that's why I've never been included
You kids hate me I'm just

Talent show won gold singing "End of the Road"
Can't get it by me
Mike Schmidt, hot corner, don't even try me
Macho Man will snap on ya
Like a Goonie I was

the vest
I'm tryin' to get the iron workin'
I can't get the step by step
Rest, I'm the son of a tech
Double the reps, I'm gettin' it in
Curvin' the bend,

a chick and steady we dipped
To the movies, arcade and ec cetera
Picked up some food and listened to some tunes
Greyscale, the pain and the dungeons
Iron

working, verses made by choice
I'm choosin' you, my younger bus rider
Tough and dying from the heat, leaking on the street
I know you're dirty on Kirby, but

and real? I’ve never stopped to think
That damn boo you so fine, can this Amazonian be mine
Then our eyes meet to the tunes of a love song’s beat
Now my whole

Im a one man army
No one can harm me
I do my dirt all by my lonely gotta pardon me
But I got a crew of hitters just in arms reach
My white girl

daddy do
Not to seem irrational
Passion's fueled by active tunes
Drum synths and hi hats picture my raps
Like Imax only they not for capital
But the flow

to catch flame
And though the roof it may fall, upstanding are her walls
She's locked up behind a wrought iron gate

Pent up in her own tower, contemplating

When I'm chasing some imagined tune
Down a one-way windy street
Transfixed by fascination
I relinquished the controls
When I found out the location

effective
Why you always trying to run when you're not elected - you're not my candidate
Still hotter than Santa Fe, cast iron the pan today
I do what I want