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Roll a blunt never dealin with it
Bitch ass nigga where you at now
Reachin for yourself now
Insecurites that made you poor
Thats all she wrote

defying the physics of flight
By vanishing

You can call me Mr. Ritual
Gifted individual
Vision full of visuals
Spit the fifth dimensional
Mr. Ritual
Gifted

New days, new days for you
Four months awaken and you think that I'm taking all these moments that I would hate to recline
I'm declining everything I'm

brother man'll cut your hands off
Relapse
Bitch, ay, fuck a band, get it ten by ten, I'm on ten ten
Getting head wit my Timb's on in her bed
Oh, you

("Our platinum Jubilee, the future is ours")
("Help us celebrate all our city
Council has done for us")
("And our next generation of watchers
Workers

time, I mean it (I mean that shit)
You know I got a good heart, yo, you seen it
Look at all the niggas I look out for and people I'm feedin' (know how I

more cake
I'm take all my anger out all on this beat
For nobody else but your sake

Surrounded by women and killas and mags
Moving around wasn't good

Taking some risk for you
I'm fucked up
Feeling like I lucked up
Thousands in my pants
In my wallet I got bands
Claiming you got problems
I got options
I

Yeah, look, gotta pour that lean in my sister's double cup for the Sprite
Whole team full of members,we aint sleepin' when it's night
Once you go

Sometimes my worries dei kill my light, e dei make me feel like say I no dei alright
I dei try so hard so I go make amends, for all the wrong things

Aye Rod, do or die, you revolutionized all styles of super fly
Suit & ties to every single Jordan, yeah, you knew the vibe
By the way, I still ain't

an oven full of dough
I'm too fast for you fuckers you can’t keep up y’all too slow
Got a .45 on my hip man tummy tuck
Anyone asks for the smoke you know I

around here a lot?
We're not from here
I don't know shit
Sorry?
My sister - I'm half Mexican
My sister's full Mexican
She was born in 87, so you're 34
I

Fuck that shit
Fuck all the bells and whistles
Straight raw
Straight
Raw
Two to the chest
One to the head
Fuck with the kid
Fuck it you dead
Fuck do

storage
Watch me blossom, watch me flourish
If you try to touch my porridge
You will feel my chucks like Norris
All my bitches think I'm gorgeous
Get

for the sermon
Of better rappers
Cause I'm the better version of benefactors
In rapping I'm striking it to the matches
You matching with other rapper

what’re those
Flexing all up in my new catus Jacks
heat up on my feet For the camera I pose
I ride for my family My brothers ,My sisters ,No others
You know

ever
Do without your sister?
You would for sure just crush and burn
Cuz even in the face of death, dear brother
You just never learn?

Uh oh oh oh, it's

Trying to be a better person Get back up on my shit
I gotta be a better version of me
Yeah, I'm just trying to reach my full potential
Before we fade

Inner Voice

Adam Sandler

Stan and Judy's Kid

his advice and now I'm makin' major duckets
If it wasn't for him I'd still be processing McNuggets
So when life makes you feel like you should've stayed

albino
You fucked little kids pedo Michael
40 years old, 10 years old
Disowned by his own family for
Touching 3 year old
Boys robbed McCartney of his

Ballers Flossin

II Tru

A New Breed of Female

1997

the blunts
What's up, Arch? 
Pass the Windsor, can a sister so smoke with you?
Let me get that back seat to hear them six by nines
Radio on ten, factory

passenger seat
I should fight him for her
but he's stronger than me

Though I've heard that girls are different
not as shallow as I am
All her guys are six

1986 Version

Suicide rate going up 
Homicide cases piling up 
Rape and killing even with innocent little children 
To those that can really see
You