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I'm flipping all this shit over
Attention everybody with a duce duce
Got a new song you can loot to
Make sure that it’s fruitful
Niggas don’t need
shot but they missed
Dodgin em had his shoes tight
It's hard to resist temptation turn yo screws right
And if you blind by a trick I pray you always find
Bro bro listen to the kids jeremy, I need
I gotta put it down for a
Second it’s beautiful jeremy Scott's design
First of all, thank you Taylor for
risks
Snapback but I won't take lip
All in her mouth can't say nothin' now
Four Seasons we're bringing this in
Take one that's a hat-trick cunt
Nice Gary
ain't do it for fame
Boy, you know it's just (me)
By my goddamn self, all alone I don't need no help
One army, it's just (me)
I gotta get it and go, I
the boogie for you all this evening is the Blind Owl
Now, the Blind Owl is from Boston, Massachusetts, yeah
Blind Owl, do your boogie
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah,
And now I'm rolling, I wanna rock with you
But it's coming on, coming on strong
And I'm hearing it all, feeling it all come down
Onto me the rights
The blind Idiot God all my thoughts just a façade
Third eye open on some woke shit like Paul
10 niggas deep ragnoroking with my squad
It's time
your third I’m giving sight to the blind
These devils wanna burn my house down I rebuke
I’m sitting by the door plotting war I’m the spook
These schools
with rhyme
Keep it up ghetto in a school doing fine
Keep it up heads of government nah rob the poor blind.
Keep it up with time Keep it up with the mind
eliminated the need to even have this song...
Which, all I can say to that is...
I don't know...
Fuck you, it's my birthday.
'Cause Taylor Swift has got you
disintegrated when I found out I had lost you
R.I.P to Gary man I wish I never lost you
It's gone be a lot of people mad when I take off
Hit you with this fire
Yeah, Black man on the balcony
I know the opposites is out for me
I know it's satellites, on my house they beam
It's all scripted out, now where's
rockin' Taylor's
I got lots of flavors, my kick game is major
More kicks than the players, call me up I'm scorin'
Hit it like a free throw, tongue out
can't eat
I'm in too deep
It's a high fall running into a brick wall all by yourself
But I know what will help
That used to rock this boy asleep now
Yeah, that's what I thought, I'm the best, nigga
This the new West, nigga, respect that
It's Top Dawg, all I'm missing is the red hat
But don't question
No motion
Gary ass niggas, snail ass niggas
No motion, niggas jeffin', broke as hell all day
Your profession, I'ma get it all day
No question, in it
Camping by the fire heat up the can of Rigatoni
Aw jeeze nevermind guys it's right below me
Didn't see it there I must be impaired
My mind is racing faster
faith you know I can’t stand for doubt
I’m making ends meet by any means with no hand outs
It’s raining blessings now cause I survived when it was
jeans
Than to think they were auctioning your home
cnd thats why they call it a ward-robe
cnd that's why our wallets are all closed
When we think of all
pornographic pictures in which
Young kiddies starred
But you were caught off-guard by
The chaps at Scotland Yard
And now from under-ages gigs it
Seems you have
Prada at?
I done blew a lot of money, got it back
Full of hate 'cause they not on track
My niggas
Scraping them polish, chasing them dollars
We all
and Judas and all tunes prudent
Seems tame now, but then it was devil music
Rick six, the nickname clicks
Makeshift altar in a clearing in the sticks
Said it before but I'm not God
I am lucifer
Ian T really does combine somethin elegent
With aggressive and tentative mixin it all with reverence
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