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to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road)
these bars and I don't write not one)
(Niggas bumping they lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just close your eyes and that light gon' come)
I don't fuck
insecure like Issa Rae
The game in disarray, man, who can really spit today? (Who can rap?)
I think people are gettin' tired of all the party rap
Me, I'm
top ya roofless
In class lets do this if i shoot shit his chestll be drooping
Like old tits them titty bags, that really sag
Give me half all of your
that, and your man is still here, and I'm still hot
Wow, I need a moment y'all
See, I almost felt a tear drop
When was the last time you heard a real
plus your man owes me
That clown don't pay
They straight killin' homie
Y'all don't gotta like me, screw y'all, blow me
I walk up in the club, bitches
the rules
And when you the king you
Rock all these jewels
Smokin' gas yea I blow like oom
Blowing up like a balloon
And I think your lost your
Mind like you
your heads
Resting in her chest and yes, man
I'll have you step children feeling like your living
In the present and past tense at the same time
the best MC
You man are part time, never had beef
Now you're on the mic like a bulletproof vest MC
I'm a double, precious Tek MC
Separate heads from
I’ve found my place
A galaxy of dreams where nothing’s the same
Synthwave take me away
Into a world where time stands still
Neon lights, they glow so
a little trippy, then I transitioned (yeah)
New attitude mixed with that pure raw (uh)
The night game, your girl called
She like, "Do me, baby, down
a little trippy, then I transitioned (yeah)
New attitude mixed with that pure raw (uh)
The night game, your girl called
She like, "Do me, baby, down
as fuck
Just like a youngin' my nigga
Juicy do all them drugs
Niggas smoking that babbage weed
I be on that light green
Pop molly in the after hours
To light my spliff, ignite you with these sights, so if you ain't down
Bullshit, say some punk tried to get you for your auto
Would call the one time
and the green
Never crashing the grill is mean
When I'm whipping machines
Dipping between
All these commuters, they moving slow like they sippin' the lean
bussing
These diamonds they light up the club likes it's nothing
And you already know I'm ain't fronting
Don't mind if my circle shrinks
All these weak
you whip the wrist
Fucking up them pots and pans
You stand beside your man like you belong with your man
Me and you we a group but we one deep
Me
all my people roll blunted
Your man froze when I rolled up
I symbolize death like a cobra
Attacks your life here it's over
Black you effed up
Never
give up These people are sheep
Cus I'm in control like remote
I don't wanna hear nothing
My formulas greater
With all of your shining lights, you Just
fill your order
Man I came up right up on that corner
Police Pull up on ya like they was piranhas
Held it down I never changed personas
In this here it's
machine like I'm callin' on land (callin' on land)
I stood on the block and stayed down like a man (down like a man)
Fucked on her once, I'm not callin'
your mouth closed, in them streets, that's more like time served
He just wanna bust his Glock and show them what he really mean
Man in my city can't be
be Julius Caesar
When I'm pullin' up in the Beamer, the beats in the trunk
All the freaks wanna fuck
Heart to my dying light, bullet to your rose
able to stand
I got shit that'll disable a man with the wave of a hand
The days are longer and it seems like I'm facing time
I've got a lot of dreams,
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