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fun wit' my gun, have sex wit' my gun
And I don't put a motherfucker out for fun
Cause I ain't funna' get ya ass tryin' to run
I'ma bust one time
time, I'ma show why I deserve the spot
Shoutout New York City yeah I'm always payin' homage
Under 25, first of my folks in college
Yeah that's where I'm
to the Most, I aint going for no hoax
Call me a terrorist ain't that a joke
Must be careless, done by remote control
Every time you grab the remote they do more
This difficult time
This isn’t the first time Cameron has dealt
With loss at the age of 15
Right before landing her first TV role
On Showtime’s hit show
weak, while my mine stands strong
So, all hail the man that's here to live long
You know you heard this voice before somewhere
And when I said that
problem solving, I’m evolving
My old self ain’t coming around
But now days I’m coming around to spend time with my child
Pow
Here’s my check I’m out
I
So this shit just a fantasy
Takin' my time, I ain't doin' it rapidly
Speak down on my name, that's blasphemy
Get out the way before I cause a tragedy
Pour out a little liquor live by
The gun die by the gun
My Moms had always said when I
Was young I wouldn't last long
She said I was too crazy
Only
said
I don't think I have
The button flow
But then again
The originals matter
Until they don't
No mo
That's not to cast shade
At my fellow artists
I'm
my own house no doubt
So I'm back to my business
Tryna earn more achievements
And piece of mind before my time runs out
Maybe
Raise a few eyebrows take
Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head
Reminisce over words that was once said
By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold
When under
from a lover
Beside my brother
S-see-O-T
I just laughed
'Cause no one can defeat me
This selection number two
Is "My Philosophy"
Number one
always on my mind
My race portrayed as evil in headlines takes a tole over time
Like moments, the real ones slip by
Conflicted like watching your girls
the end its worth the meditation
Been there a thousand times know what am saying
Gave my best guess what I'm still giving
Knocked down a hundred time yet
you've questioned my taste as though it's not black
And based on that you try to count him out
And not take the time to see what I'm about
I'll say I'm
And physically
I realise God works in mysterious ways
From time to time I get a crew
To get through in a phase
To listen to my inner submission
My gut feelin'
And before sound scan, I'm ate by the streets
You, you real funny to me
Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave
Talkin' about Ki's, that you
She said she trained to be a dancer
But she had a proper job by day
Charlie Chaplin knew her father
Before he passed away
Asked could I help
the digital self is
Going to mean because I think
That it's a bit like
By the time it arises, it will be normal, i
Feel like you look at like Westworld
on that tip about stoppin' the violence
About my people she was teachin' me
By not preachin' to me but speakin' to me
In a method that was leisurely, so
on that tip about stoppin' the violence
About my people she was teachin' me
By not preachin' to me but speakin' to me
In a method that was leisurely, so
but I'm still asleep
Oh, my Lord, this is blasphemy
Wake me up before I fall too deep
I wish I had an original thought inside my skull
Everything
ain't
With my brethren by my side
They always make sure that I'm straight
Like no squares are in my circle
Fuck that
Not my circle
We marinatin' lines
a shovel
I'ma play that pick up by three while me and my Bros huddle, gathering like puddles
See drops of water, me make rap, melodramatic Attacks
So get
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