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we used to
If I don't have something else to do
I'll go out and eat someplace
But never more than a couple miles away

I know we split our things in

Funk Pimpin', that’s my game
And more Funk Pimpin', whatever I say go
They know—if not, they gon’ find out
Pipe down, on my treat, they get

[Gun shots followed by screaming]

[Proof:]
Pow-pow! Straight off the corral
Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile
Is vexed without the techs

well, let me name a few
Was runnin' with the wrong crowd, young, dumb, mad loud
Time passed me by when I was sittin' on that green mile
Fightin'

Like a diabetic
That'll have you pissing like a diuretic
I set it for the dudes that rap and dance
I'm a beast
See that shit ain't by happenstance
I spit

Fat fuck coming with a reindeer stumbling
No offense to chocolate, but presents have more presence
Still medieval methods left the peasants no

motivatin' over the hill
I saw Maybellene in a coup de ville.
A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road,
Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford.
The Cadillac doin' 'bout

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SMiLE-ing Brian, kind of KYLE, pearly whites like AJ Styles

Welcome to the world spurred by connected references
Anecdotes to mask

build my estate now
Still walking these 8 miles
Though rather optimistic
I shifted gears from doctors
My focus is nutrition
Refocus and commitment

wanna stay
Yeah you know you wanna stay
I love that moment
When the strobe light graced on past your face
It’s a few hours past 8
I spilled Julio all

we worked so hard for. The police wrongly shot me 8 times, and my dreams were cut right there. I won’t get to help people any more, and in the moment,

Baby I Can't Foul,
Feel Like Eminem How He Felt Up In The 8 Mile,
When You Lose Yourself In The Moment No I'm Not Folding,
Destined For Greatest Its

Nairobi
With no name brands
Stripped bare to the bone 8,000 miles from home
Sick, sent an email to mom dukes
I couldn't use the phone
In the hotel our host

Ran a whole mile or two
By posting letters from Willow to Pac
Say it's explicit if I post a picture of Peyton Gendron
On the gram or TikTok
And I'll

night
She ain't hit my line a while
I made my own style
I rap like 8 mile
I don't know how to love
Can you teach me
I just want my peace
Love is really

and bro have a fun with this, we ran with this nah run with this
We banish shit, nah vanish shit
The pit is lit, more flames then eight candlesticks

as the perpetrator remains at large
For more on this spinecurling and bizarre case
We go live to field correspondent Patrick Bogart

Thank you Harvey
Right now I'm

He said I trust you but they dont
Stay outside while i go in and just scale it yo
Keep 6 -and ill be out by like 8 or so

I been waiting and waiting

Yeah, yeah
We gone glo, going miles
We gone flow, no more trials, I cannot fight
Woah, woah
Grew up on Jon Keith and Monty and Zauntee
Came back from

energy
That... family first dom toretto typa energy 
I grab her by the waist
She so gentle when she next to me
Fuck it

But you know it's true
Spent weeks

timeline
In your city, let's do a 5 mile-drive-by
Leave your eyes rolled back, staring at the skyline
Checked off Colombia, Japan, and Italy
Not

remember the way you smiled when I sang the fifth

And eight years later
You have drawn me back again
Across all these miles
Through recordings that you send

This is a bad place for me to be by myself. When I'm in that, my whole life gets thrown off. If I'm in there, I don't say nice things to myself. There's

everything I'm missing
Every story ending means a new one is beginning
I was seven miles away from kissing so I ran
I was fourteen days with her when she