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me 
Get that bitch right off her knees 
No I am not to be pleased by no bitch that's full of greed
Nigga please nigga please
Why do y'all envy me

me down
You hold me down
I got a lotta pride
But you hold me down when you are standing by my side
Like a GPS you’re my reliable guide and
Somebody I

Don’t speak Spanish that’s fine by me
Its Straight Fire In the Booth
More Fire than Shaq
I'm loaded with these bars
Ready to attack
Going grat-atat-tat

the stones or the rocks
These lyrics are deep like the ocean by the dock

Ignore the hate
Do not be late
These people give me 0 stars when they rate
They say

conversations on the meaning behind all these things
Nuances often missed by me
I can be who I wanna
I tell **** never be me and thats okay
He can be even better

before everything
Got u on some ropes hanging by the string
It'd be tragic if u had a offspring
Got the new drip and its on me
You be fucking tripping like

on thee
And then I take I murder kill it place that on the CD
(DAMN!) 

Now I really took a minute looking down upon my lyrics thinking 
I ain't gotta

them

Like a bad father at night I don't know sun,
You Don't Know Sun?
Sheesh I don't know son
But I'm gunna show them 

So Take my lyrics 
My body

spit the

Music of god, lyrics inaudible
From the first sound to the last, there's notta wasted noise
The first choice-when you discover your own voice

a G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T.)
Like a plant, I'ma grow
Planet Earth 2.0 (2.0)

If I don't like you, don't call me a bro (I'm not your bro)
I bring the lyrics, I bring

like you know the words
If you don't, here's the lyrics for you typical listeners 
No mythical literature, original minister 
Never been a preacher, but

if a dirt, a dirt
But When it comes, to this papep
Not even Ajax clean so
Except these lyrics, when I'm spitting Jalapino

I say dis Year,

on your merch 
Using my lyrics are you tryna be me 
While hearing your songs all I hear are my words 
Skip onto the next 
You talk about sex
You talk about

punchlines created by kids
Dr. Seuss with a pair of ad-libs, you suck bro
Who want smoke
Roll 'em out like wholesale carpet, stop jawing
You a man child stuck

with thousands of revision
Division by Z-E-R-O Undefined
An echo of somebody, personating that’s a crime
Here’s a code unlock the universe number 369
432

gon' see
Yeah
Yo
3 On my side, that’s father that’s son that's Holy Spirit
3 On this side, that's me, D, and K with a whole heap of lyrics
The gangs too

on money 
Drillin' and drilling, shit keep getting deeper 
My lyrics are fye and y'all lyrics are weak, ye 
Multiple people tell me I'm the shit 
I go by

the city 
Rapping like he really got it though
Lyrics clean, I'm pushing positivity
The opposition gotta go

Chip up on my shoulder
Cause I aint never really

stop me
You can't control me

I ain't splitting sh*t this is not no 50/50 
Do this for myself imma do this for my city
I am like the judge and my lyrics

You passed rap school where it's time to learn
To create lyrics so hot that it burns
The tip of your tongue when they come out your mouth
And you

for thinking about me
And for doing that
And, yeah, I really liked it
And, uh 
Anyway love you and catch up with you soon"

I write these lyrics

Raising all the stakes, I'm on the gravy train
Still on my ninja shit, feeling like Liu Kang
Felonious with the lyrics, I'm out committing arsons
I

my bones writing lyrics
Even when I'm on the phone
Making sales so this music ain't sales
No paper trail straight brail feel need not see a scroll

then
This doodads, who made, by jove that's grave
Astute elementary, good enough for jazz
And that's a nice a dress you penurious ass
Don't get all