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And that one time
Might be twice
But check what's in between
There's probably more than's on your screen
You try and sim the day by day
But in the night,

(Swerve)
She look at me, with no hope of drywall

Gotta 100 racks, in the back of the falcon 
Old hoes chasin, but I keep em bouncin
Flowers smell great, but

conditioned to be different to touch
If they brush it off, I'm bringing it back 
That's production or thinking talking or singing or rap 
I'll adjust it by

had to, had to go rogue
Back in the basement after the day shift had to chase it
With a studio session the second I step in
I spit a hundred verses like

Drinks by the seaside
Fire in our eyes 
As we watch the sun go down

Two hundred miles away
No other reason to stay 
Except there's no one else

of the barnacles
One hundred feet down

I'm a semi-sunk twenty tonne
Swimming machine
Like a torpedo on steroids
I'm a submarine
But when I need you
I'll make 'em

mind, I will speak through my actions

Each day I'm blessed, I represent
A real grinder that'll give it 100% 
Never fazed by stress, I play my best
A real

kept
This is our escape run for the structure.
Five hundred feet above the end of our story
the fastest way is down we have no choice but to.
Clenching

up
You not talkin big enough
When I'm walking in give me room
Fendi broom sweeping you away
You can't escape with 100k 
On ya case now
I'm like biggie

the energy
Blaze down the road, like pray seen by a centipede
80, 90, 100, the Civic be really straining
Roaring like a lion or ancient blender breaking
Hair

and mind want to be free
God is looking down at me but has to keep six feet away
Struggling to keep my sanity
How long can this go on for
Weeks or months

much
Like i jump like i see dem cheat
Sound on feel my dance and emotions preach
CC power make us groove ground
Clock sound
I'm high by my feet now

gas van 
It cost 100 quid for him to peer inside 
To merely shake his head, and turn and sigh 
There was nowt he could do and I was mortified 
The day

people walk by on the ground, a hundred floors down
While peeing in a bucket and organizing wars 'til reporters arrive
And his public order is to keep

falling for me
I'm getting harder to reach
Szn and View in Ibiza
We got our feet on the beach
This shit a hundred degrees
Drop out I got no degree
Chasing

you from this tidal wave 

A burden so big it seems larger than life 
If I could I would carry it a hundred miles 
But my hands are useless, my feet

lay up in a ditch
And wait for someone to brag
It’s irresistible I’m lyrical
Your feet gonna drag
And I’m invisible to cynical BS on the rag
You know

rappers now get cuffed by limitations 

Going for the gold the goat aint no debating 


Smooth as butter I cannot believe I aint that motherfucker selling

do it real big 

Baby this is real shit,
You know I needed this 

Yeah you know I feed off this, 
100 feet of this 

Yeah I really see those ships,

by about one hundred feet

The next in line was an airborne guy and I wanted to
Stuck a hole in his parachute, but we half-assed our lives away

Gene

blinded (by pain)
lost generation
waiting for some light

Oppression and fear in our hearts,
it's time, time to change the world.

Hundreds of souls are

Roll 2NP 
I'm cyphin like it's two of me 
Im too clutch ain't no two of three 
I shoot a hundred cuz it's free 
I'm taking minutes if we meet

real ones
My OG’s
This is for everyone who ever know me
Born n raised in the SFC
Ain’t nothing FAKE about me

Some back away
When I hit the funky reggae

Hare 
I'm trusty in battle 
I'll sing by your side 
if you'll have me there 

"and if you shall pass 
me on to another 
I'll starve myself 
wither away