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passport
All that they ask for is wasting my time

Come round here, you better act right
Or your first time be your last time
Thought we poppin'
Yeah you

good liquor
Tight pants Im a F***ing hipster
Wearing tye-dye go Jack the Ripper
No ruby slippers
I spit twisters
We ain't in Kansas
My thoughts gigantic

power
In Babylon

History made by black gods
They only show you Einstein
Since it was written by a white man
Showing half-truths to my eye sight
I don't

limited
Don't owe you jack like I'm cinnamon
Yo opinion unsolicited
Yo opinion is prohibited
The 321 is my settlement
Little boy stay in your regiment
Cause

Jack my style so I'm in a phantom like I'm Danny
Even the girls in my crew tote dicks, would've thought they was a tranny
Cannot relate we not family

you to sleep, and you will be snoring
At first when you heard one of my verses you thought it was worthless so you was Aborting the mission but now you

cold-hearted for the people
Faking it to the top and spreading dirt
Taking in white powder and tripping off your limits
Make you feel like ganglord but terrified

When I was broke I used to keep them rubber bands yea
Up on my wrist & not up on my racks
Turnt up now got diamonds on my wrist they white like

feens delirious
So we jack and kill so these streets can get slimmer
Columbiana how it feel to be an industry hitta?

Don't get em hit don't get em hit

up in my thoughts
I can feel my pain drafting
That's why I write how I feel in my raps
To keep the pain trapped in
I can hear the whispers from a mile

Nothing to lift your spirits like a seance (!uoy kcuF)
I'm in the basement channeling cray thoughts of the afterlife through crayons

Late night watching

and gore

When the world produce a long and stressful day, I just wanna sit around at home, then comes the drive to push and create the moves, jack-knifed by

know
I'm just chillin' by myself
With my damn bulldog, uh
Cause I'm so fucked up
My brain's fucked up and I'm so fucked up
Yeah, so I thought I'd go

only left over scraps, by hungry niggas wit large hustle
So many reps with the bars I call my American car, muscle
I still get thru it when the road is

Gutta Butta

Goodie Mob

Still Standing

1998

and die (clean)
Most lie in they own cell home
Trust the tree on the map
This one individual thought he was the Grim Reaper
Swore, couldn't nobody put

Square Three

Buck 65

Square

2003

Single white female, we can play connect the dots
But gimme a second to myself to just collect my thoughts
Uhh....
Now meet me at the great taste
Show me

Feelin' like a magazine, sendin' cash gets tricky
I'm bags not blicky, no smalls in the pack
When they froze the bank account, I thought I would fall back

Panic Struck

Snoop Dogg

There Is Only Now

2014

to shock
Body twisted and quickly got acquainted with the black top
Blacked out, then my universe became white
Whiteness, I'm surrounded by a bunch

me m&m
Take off seen me out the pack
Paid a rack for cactus jack
Paid a rack by any means
Just to flex on my enemies
Got the racks by any means
Never

the strife
Huh
I love you
Let's make love
When you open your eyes
I'll be right by your side
In the morning
In the morning
Yeah
You're making me feel some shit

a stray on Sway when I locked jaws, 
Every track back when his platform, was not thought 
But got sparked by my ten-year-old rap, My Lord
We'd pop off for

another day
Jack of all trades, and a master of none
I'm a man of many talents and I've just begun
Port-au-Prince, Haiti that's where I'm from
I'm the best

Said it don't matter how I start the lecture
Cause by conclusion you confused just looking at the letters
H i z z y, followed by OG
Question

Amped Up

Turk

Raw and Uncut

2003

[Verse 1]
Step in the club with my air force ones
In the back of my bub, I got air force dones
Full of that red, white, and blue I'm amped up
Fake