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it by force 
He came out of jail & hooped on a posh 
I’m so high probably think I’ma die haha
Suck my dick make me come 4times na na 
Mama said I’m

a month till Harrison was buried
His desire to be (president), George Dallas made evident
Millard Fillmore, 12, was ignored by the President

Vice

niggas bitter
my vision
they can not get it
i've lived like six lives
i'm familiar with my spirit this time
i'm really at the end of anything
we getting in

niggas, yeah, they
It's a hoot, it's a hoot, all my niggas, yeah, they shoot

It's just me, me and you, meet my crew
Run up on your block with the 22's, we

a star
Melanin in ya tone
They try to catch our vibe
Hoping to feel alive
I think you in my tribe
I can see it in your eyes
Spirit so big I can see it in

Too much the grain to be faceless ape that plays the system 
Too much a dick to be the waste of space the plays the victim 
When i was young i ran with

you believe this
I'm a jew for Jesus

100 percent jewish by blood
100 percent Jesus by faith
My life is sent from above
learned to accept my fate

I bet

guy your spirit can live by 
Now that you're dead gone i'll watch your bitch cry 
Now that your chicks mines, look at those thick thighs 
She couldn't

Pack up your bags 

Pack em and send them off 

Pop your lil xan 

I’m popping the antidote 

Taking our flight 

Take me back to coast 

Together

trying to brag or boast, so I’ll turn to Tommy and get Ghost, get it???
So if you feel it, GET UP! And for those who gossip, go sip a dick syrup, straight

Help me, someone please I'm trapped by all my demons  
All them laughing screaming maniacally  
Damn, this beat is incredible
Different vision when

the green yeah call it spirit
Call it heart, got a broken past
Rise up again like I'm told and I'm told
Learn from mistakes that's the key to the gold
Sit

facts
Keep the napalm in da knapsack
Put out Sinsinnati had some niggas on the fence
Ain't compete with a rapper from my city ever since
Hold my dick
Talk

Sour pills, hash flour
Around with my gun cock
I'm movin by the hour
Hand on the steering wheel ice in my
Call my niggas up
Tell em on my way

ain't really 'bout the
Lyrics or the wordplay
Boy, this something for my spirit
And my worst days, nigga
Looking in the mirror be the worst thing
Bulky

a plumber if you need some pipe
I'm strapped up wit a mic, dildoing a dike
Twenty-three flows a get you served like a fucking spike 
Handling these bars

now
Cold hearted but I'm hot now
I guess I'm powered by my steam
If a nigga wanna die put that nigga right in front of all my dreams
Everything ain't

Jeff


You silly prick. You really think you can diminish such a sinister spirit?
You can play your tricks, I’ll take my licks.
I like my wits quick

a sign
I been different
Since a kid when
All these girls
Were on the dick and
Did it
Just to
Feel it
Need someone
To lift my spirit
Need someone
To stay

on the bumper
Bumper, dumper
Slam dunk, I'm a dunker
Get your cheques in, you get your little lump sum
You little prick or get your nigga lumped up
Younger,