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Aye
You, you, you, you, you
Aye, Aye
Say let me tell a story bout this one time in the summertime
Met this girl and she was she so fine
She was so

heart getting colder
I guess this world to cold for a soldier
Go to the yo tell the mic how I'm feeling
Im tryna manifest all of my visions
Focus on me

or personality, what's the better one?
You see me as diamond why I'm dead and buried
I just wish we could talk but I guess it's late
The scissors a mic when I pen

make these tracks
Oh oh oh
We were just some kids, we ain't have nowhere to go
We was getting lit, tell me where the time goes
Shoutout to my dawgs that

MariBxndz Nigga,
Yea btc ima mother fuckin problem
Glock hittin any thing this btc running outta options
Tell the opps hail (Mary) we can really get

a hotspot
Are my feelings a story, to tell all your friends
Or by the fireplace for our kids to
Sit down and listen
S'mores in the making
While fire is

Assassin idhara Nekuti mese muchiri kutanga
City is mine
I go by the name
Rhyme Assassin
If you know me then you Know me
So, pay attention kid
And after this

up
In front of my kids, shame of a bitch
You fucked up the whole shit but you too weak to admit
And tell'em 'bout the man I was when they'll be adult

recognize the truth
No kid does anything
Unless he's taught to
You normalized the violence
By staying silent
Tell me what's so great about that
And now here

Shut up you American
You always talk you Americans
You talk and you talk
And you say, "Let me tell you something"
And, "I just wanna say this"
Well

different
Take you in my space ship
Show you all the kids of love
I don't want you trippin', I'll tie up both your laces
Tell me is that not enough
I'm

by the lips
And I will tell him,
神は私がケビンを愛して,
彼はとてもきちんとしています

Fucking on your bitchy
Itchy balls, got the stiffy
She said I spit bars like a suck my

ain’t alone
Kids are growin,’ need more dough
Tell me somethin’ I don’t know

And it looks like 
Gonna be one of those days
Sure seems like 
Gonna be one

What's up love?
You, ya mug
Pull and tug, yank the rug
It's hometime soon, can you see the moon?
(Oi, I've told you once, I've told you twice, I won't tell

been up to
To be fair, wouldn't care if I knew
Now I'm developed
No photos and no one who can tell it
Last time I spoke to Jay I told him forget it
I was

to love him but it never did take
Was just another way for her heart to break 
So she learned to mend
One thing they don't tell you about the blues when you

with fright. 'Cause i could tell from the face of the crowd,  they thought i was shite. A fat midget kid that can never do rap. But in matter of fact, I

HER DADDY USED TO TELL HER
DON'T HANG OUT WITH THE FREE LUNCH KIDS
YEAH THEY'LL BRING YOU DOWN
THEY'RE TRAILER TRASH JUST NO GOOD 
WITH THEIR DIRTY

Now Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she's a clerk
And both of them save their monies
When they get home from work
Sittin down by the fire
Ooo, the radio

now she can see
I'm nothing more than just below the mark

She keeps spinning whether you like it or not
Better grow up, kid, go out and get a real job

care there's kids getting hit by metal
What can you do you can only fucking save yourself
Alot of motherfuckers keep fucking with my mental health
Shit

and mustard
Yeah, my cheeks are hella red but
I don't ever get flustered
Owned by a country star again
Write a song about it motherfucker church

Shoutout

to get a call.
From the Devils' that control it all!
Cue.
The roll call! SUPERBALLS!

Not me. Rap GOD.
I am not. Rap God
But, i''ll tell a God. To suck my

Don't try me, don't test me, Bitch I'm on my last fuck

And me I'm on the go, Money over hoes
M.O.B. OR switched the B to E, That's how it goes
South side