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depressed
This shit is a mess
Yeah
The world is shambles
But I try to keep coming correct
We on to something new
But we always sing the blues
No answer for it

Diamonds in my ears yeah these bitches flawless
Blue faces in my pockets who can Hold they breath the longest
I can walk it like i talk it
My plug is

the red and blue
Somebody talked about me like I am maniacal
But never in my life have I been miasmal
I’m not an idiot ‘cause I
Can’t ride a bicycle
This

tweak the difference/
Look at my plate until you blue in the face/
Nobody's focused on the moves you make/
cs I accumulate more levels I strike like

Look at my plate until you blue in the face/
Nobody's focused on the moves you make/
cs I accumulate more levels I strike like an interstellar vessel/

with the blood
Ayy that Crip shit in my vein You know I'm never flippin' up

Ayy bleed blue, know it's true Ayy I'm trappin' in that stoop
Tryna stay up

down and then being crossed out by your man
And I don't be having the time to dwell on shit, I swear I got to advance
And they can't never say you

Killing Spree

Defari

Focused Daily

1999

Dem pussy-clat boy nah wanna see me

You was stone cold lying by the full wack rhyme writing
If I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter,

Killing Spree

Defari

Black Mask [Clean]

1999

skill level at maximum
Dem pussy-clat bwoy nah want to see me
[defari]
You was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin
If i had some gasoline

drink an E-40 I drink a Maxine Water
And take a D-Shot
And this is done by choice, not by force
I didn't wanna burn her
It was either right or left, I

for hate, relate
Running from the negative like im trying to get to home plate
Like good gracious, im going ape shit, when im not singing, im breaking

Cynthia Cooper
Cucaracha in my ashtray
a 40 on my lap
I sell crack to the Blacks, whites, Mexicans and jacks
Slap hoes like a pimp
I spit like a snake
Get

to hate, but see as noted lots love often fake
Bums chasing crumbs off each others plates can't see the bigger picture or escape they fate
This correlates

with the plug
I could get way more

Only young nigga with bars
I see they way off

Niggas got 8th money
Asking what a plate cost 

No deal sweatshirt

Where you going for the holiday?
Will they make you pray to Jesus
And then you make pay
Forty extra dollars for the extra plate
Filled with no more

am I right, anvil
Haha"

Griselda by Fashion Rebels

Coke on the plate coke on his face
Take one sniff shot the whole place
Niggas talking drugs thirty

[Intro: Dispatch Officer]
All units 1078 1035
Three suspects, possibly armed
Are on the run in a black BMW
With the license plate 
DoeGang

[Chorus:

Glock right by my waist, run up you get baked
I don't eat no steak, put the fish right on my plate
Hawk em, I don't skate
Run down, I don't wait
This shit

learn what it take to build a band
You gonna learn real soon who really your friends
Brick by brick I'm in the masonry empire shit
Hard to see

you talk back
Hang yo ass on the tight rope
Like your clothin
Sendin spirits to the astral
Like a shamin
I'm so high
Big ol roaches on my plate
You know

shit Think I might be still fried from that bit
I hated state clothes Money blue as that fit
Gang unit shake downs Tryna knock me wit some lit
Lil ol

on this soda
Plug came over said boy
About to load ya
Sold so much green
I got sued by Crayola
12 raid the spot
Burn that Shìt in the sofa
I gas that hoe

these bands on put my fam on
Aye you know what it is
MADHouse with the hits
Act out you get hit
Trapped out, make them flip
Packs out for the lift
Blue

On the rise to top, I never lie
Never testify, never knew I get revenue
This 772 and it’s hitting you, not a fucking clue
Now the body blue, callin