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us chosen are born to tell jokes
While most of you sit by my fire and choke
On the soot in the air from my untempered blaze
Because my comedy leaves

fuck this shit
Immature chickens holding guns and doing nothing i'll
Fry 'em up and make some motherfucking breakfast bacon egg biscuits
You think this

Ekelebe, you rejoice for having won the battle
But the war comes after you have
Left and more innocent lifes get slaughtered
Like pigs and chickens

Shogun of propane
Pop stains on the brand name
Chickens get slain with my lions mane
Defy gravity and pain with
Laser beam aim
You niggas lame
I came

Murals

You looking for me?
I’ll be hiding in this hoodie
Wherever 
Wintertime’s are 65 and sunny
You trying to pull up?
Better come through
Like

Catch me with a cup with a bad ass chick
Sippin something mean you can pass that spliff
Gang always lit you can tell by a whiff
Turnt with the team yea we

to get by
Break you down
Layin' on the ground
Nowhere to run and hide
Think I might
Just take a bite
Do what I like
I'm the freak
That you need
Blowing

Boyz N the Hood

Blu

Good To Be Home

2017

from the 'burbs
Around the same time I was trying to learn
How to pick a lock with a hanger, load shots in the chamber
Get loaf from the cops

the ground
By the crack of the sound then I got em by the neck
Told my lil niggaz it's lit/
Dessy bout to get this check
Dessy bout to take this chick
And put

brain deformed, put in proper thoughts
Ride through with no shoes and soccer shorts
Show up on horses with tomahawks
And I slap my dick out like I'm

Yea
Uh
Yea
My inner cortex is something like a machine
Losers can't compete and these rookies not in my league (Nah)
And I've been known by prophets

the pocket, I'm throwin' these bullets like Jimmy Garoppolo (HOO)
This ain't no Trapsgiving part 2
But I can feed your soul without any food like chicken adobo

I don't just smoke for high I got real pain
Fucked up as a child getting abused by her ex man
Never bite the hands that feed you but I wanted to cut

wings
Inkjets are way too cheap
Caressing a thousand babies
In between, you're still downsizing
Good luck in the club
Just don't go beaten up
By that guy

these niggas foul they would leave their kids
Just to get you jammed up on the longer biz
And how I make it through to make it here
When the dopes start

know it though by the way that she treat me fried chicken & collard greens soul food is what she feeds me all she want is a glass of wine, a blunt,

fuck me up
You keep throwing low blows
We'll go knuck n' knuck
Cuz one thing a nigga ain't a chicken, you a rubber duck
2 dudes in blue suites asked me

(no thanks, man)
Bird's eye chili seeds dot the chicken, off the block Guyanese rice and peas
Cops ride by and be in the breeze
No need for stop

Everyday

P

P413

hop, Proof and Dog I'm 'a tick
Get off our dick
And pick up your face
While you watch us floss whips (whips)
Who's packin' gats for us
Bag a rack

put that on my soul I get change I'll never change up 
The setback minor but the comeback major 
How I know cause I got hustling in my nature 
You look

and physically keep your shit intact
Don't let a crab hold you, you know you God
If you surrounded by slugs nigga change up ya squad
And that's a actual fact for

know that you ain't mine
But I just want you by my side
Girl just hit up my line
Lately I've been on my grind
But I can't get you off my mind
Nah
Looking

to have your doors fucked up by a rookie!
Drop the facade, which boss is talkin'?
Don't even need to run, I could pass you walkin'
Woke up workin', no need

Project Love

Sunz of Man

Freedom of Speech

2004

Chick where my cash go? You just like the last hoe
Bloomberg fucked up the crack flow, we let gats blow
Twisted colors on our capsule, turn projects