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I live in a freezer a fan and a heater right next to my bed and a charger in reach
I adjust to the seasons Ill be really heated and cool down real
I want to fly away
I want to fly away
Yeah yeah
I just hit the highway
The right way I might go and bag a check
I be switching right lanes
The fans
FACECZAR, CZARFACE
This that third world shit
Far from the norm
Always where the action is
Monumental (CZARFACE)
Yo
G by nature, cop a new V
stone-faced from the brothers
Ludicrous whining, meaning when the others
Stand by em, while they take the fall
The Beast' now lives in the Capitol
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Laborious Louse on a Loser's Lips
Live in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse
Low Life with the loud raps, boy
You can't win, huh, I don't bend
Look what you got yourself in
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Baby I'm a king, I'm a god, a thug
My verses will live, if I die from slugs
That shit is power, man, that shit is love
No you cannot buy that
tell ‘em the monsters alive
Now tell ‘em the king has arrived
Please ‘em that they gotta listen, ‘cause I got some poetry written by Gods
This that go
Turn fans to fam make the words relate
Rep solidified, checks intensified
This goat yoga, you gotta stretch to criticize
Die a hero or live to become
Pumping out music the like tanks on E
I'm fueled by the heavens
When i'm down on my knees I peak seven feet
Nah this isnt an act
I really live what I rap
cook or clean
I'm all by myself she wanna live with me
I keep to myself you don't wanna live with me
Shawty think she Ross but I'm in Italy
I feel like
a clip hecklin cops the hoover king
Ba da bing by the dingaling natural hoover
Ving rhames with a vision clearer than visene
Asian from Beijing
Money
order plenty ammunition for the
Enemies that I got i'm the King
I'm just looking for my Coretta Scott
Bet I pop, like a boy band
I'm annoying to rappers
day, call Vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner, I'm the one you should be with Hit J
Tell them niggas to bet against
Grand Hustle homie, I'm a make
cool
Oh, yo, I really liked "End To End Burner"
That little diss me thing on the internet was pretty funny
Yeah it's live sucker
Uh, yeah, and I was
beginnings, though we live lavishly now
And what we couldn't afford to get, we would have it somehow
Stayin' at grandma's, puddled in front of the open oven
hand
Who would of ever thought I'd have so many fans
that's why I rock like every time is my last stand
I remember growing up, as a country boy
I never
C-Sick
New year same me but my life is changing
Fans I am gaining while friendships are fading
Tongue is my brush observe what I'm painting
Was in
I could taste and I could see
The greatest thing that the world could hold
Money held by only kings
Would never quench this thirsty soul
Lord it's
crackin'
So when I drop my fans will never know just what the plan is
So when as my vocals touch the mic I know they'll do some damage
Anytime I'm
hate me, bitches in the head beatin' 'em (So)
Niggas want to ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
me, bitches in the head beatin 'em (So)
Niggas wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show?
Fiends are rushin
to live, then I'm a live, that's how the story goes
Chef Gordan with the sauce
I just want to be a boss
Nappii head in my stereo
DiCaprio
They acting
I'm
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