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started out telling a little history, why'know, with a
Little music like 'Annie get Your Gun' and a pioneer-dressed woman... and
The story line developing
Yo, live nigga advocate
Renaissance B-Boy
2 by 4 flow, but I could never be bored/board
I'm takin' out you posers and you decoys
She like, "Tay,
Pavlov hits me with more bad news
Every time I answer the phone
So I play and I sing and I just let it ring
All day when I'm at home
with her my light was dimmer
Not a bad thing she calmed me down like MSG dinners
Months pass by, got put in groups, ain't think much of it
Found my leg
'cause imma start to lose my fucking cool and air it out
Bitch, don't touch me 'less you wanna fuck around and find out
Pipe down
Yuh, but she wanna pipe
guy - if you're a man, there'll be four chicks for me... There'll be more Ketel One vodka for me... There'll be one less idiot in line at the bank who
to crave more and give less until the land has turned
From what is to what once was
Shrivel into ash and then fall like a blunt does
Power always corrupts
The most vital is what they say, more or less
It put my name upon my thigh
It makes me dance, it makes me cry
And when I touch it race cars burn rubber in
The most vital is what they say, more or less
It put my name upon my thigh
It makes me dance, it makes me cry
And when I touch it race cars burn rubber in
keeping me froze
I treat my women like my sisters, they never just hoes
Tears fall when I hear songs that I wrote with my dad
I won't ever come to terms
wake and touch this scar across my face
It reminds me of all I got by bein' a winner
Now this broken back was the dyin' act of a handsome Harry Clay
That
The sweaty palm to my sweaty hand
Tried to find the cheapest ticket
Leaving for the promised land
My homies always had the
Little debbies locked
Sundays by
the boy makin'
The boy fakin'
I ain't buying that bullshit, the boy lyin'
I don't care about the gear the boy buyin'
I could care less about the
Jets that
Gotta get my hands dirty, pull that mask out
Get caught by King Von, boy, you assed out
See, I'm tweakin' again
Lost Jarrod, I can't see him again
Now
nobody, to me, your just another don king,
With a perm, ha ha just a little more political,
And that just means you're a little un-human
Then use
nobody, to me, your just another don king,
With a perm, ha ha just a little more political,
And that just means you're a little un-human
Then use
Jackson,
You are nobody, to me, your just another don king,
With a perm, haha just a little more political,
And that just means you're a little
on Scales, I wanna make it to the heavens
But I was out here tryna make some sells
And mummy told me only time would tell
I know I like me a little buss down
his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me? (Ugh)
Please don't, you'll probably fall with me
And our asses'll both be history
But then again,
it’s funny how the dummies try to market out the struggle
In a world that owes you nothing try and stay a little humble
Every stumble in the jungle, my
dauntless!
Stormitive's on-switch
cnd Stormitive's on Twitch
So fuck round and play me,
You'll turn up as ball-less
I keep it the realest, I keep it the rawest
shooter with me they say, "Less is more"
But he will crash off, rest assured, I think it's best he gets assured
Them boys are insecure, say my name in
I sit alone in my four cornered room starin' at candles
Are we on the radio dukes?
Aww yeah, give it to me
At night I can't sleep
I'm tossin'
avoid this
We fall victim to it more or less
What's coming out I need the appointment
I need the applause of the orges my garments perform for em
So far I
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