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Lowering the helmet,
how with gloves this thick,
attempt to strap the belts
with fumbling anxiety

soon to be weightless in blackened foreign skies

to intrude time to improve
Click it or tick it I'm spitting so wicked
Hit it or quit it so bitch I acquitted 
And I gotta admit it the glove never fitted 
I'm

met
Got my main and my side and we out on Rodeo
She in my whip so she do what I say so
Throw that ass back while I sip on the Faygo
Strap in the glove

where they bang a lot
I got a bad piece by my side she hot
I been dodging police
I’m in the street
I aint even do no wrong I’m just trying to be free
They

living abnormally
We ain't all killers, and we ain't all thugs
Hat too the back, tight fit like a glove
Judge me by the color of my skin, that's ignorance

watch them faces turn sour, simply hearing that word makes some of these
Cretons cower, man feel the power, to not be phased by any pussy phase of your

Keeping time in time fits like a glove
If the songs too long then Charlie's gone
Burning up the back beat blow-by-blow
Snare sits in the pocket

down 
And I'm moving 
Like I'm 
Cartel you 
Know the vibes 
In control now 
Wanna slide 
Get a whole pound 
They still think I'm getting  by
With my old

on her last nerves
I said stop complaining baby
You loving this bas hey

See my heart can't lie
It fits just like a glove when I'm holding her tight
But

I'm making
There's a line out the door but I'm taken
By myself 'cause I know I'm not faking
Think you want me but don't even know me
Tryna hunt me but

and bro left
12 came by got a nigga upset
Kenny Saint why is that nigga up next
I don't know ask God mafucka I'm blessed
I do this for the city nigga really

this heaven ain't got no curtains
Ali is on the mic vicious yo with them gloves
Pryor is doing stand up styling on m like a boss
The Thrill is gone i'm

me out
But I'm kinda shy
I mean like I don't know how
Nah imma figure this out
I'm back to my ways
Imma start by saying hey
Then compliment her pretty

Post by the store if we see P my nigga run with me
I do the dash when I get on and do a buck 50
Hoes on my ass they like to say they in love with me
Hoe

progression
This money Feel better when it Have you sweating
Fuck I need with affection
Know a couple bitches lining niggas
Like Danny I keep a glove and it’s

getting with you tonight

Cause I want that stupid kinda love
Struck by Cupid kinda love
I worry bout you and not myself
In sickness and health
Good music

need clothes, you need wine
You need gloves, you need mulch, you need limes
You need treats, you need tiles, you need time
Then Call Errand Up we'll be

it bad like I'm Michael
Goons by my side, open the doors, suicidal
Oh, that must be a goon from Gooney Island, I guess
Turn my headphones up
All my

like Evelyn
These are some heavily guarded residents
Put on your gloves, when touching the evidence
If you hear the cops come, you ain’t gotta say nun
If

timepiece
I top the shelf all by myself my niggas behind me
Guns you need mo cause just like the fish you can't find me, uh
Do-re-mi I'm singing to these

want to kiss her, but it's no glove
And I don’t want to diss her
But it's no fucks given
If the tables turned on me, there'd be no us
And these poems

Mentally exhausted
Fighting my conscience
And shadow boxing
With gloves
The everlast was upon me
E is for every
A is a for Adam
S is for Son
Y is for young

Jeopardize my livelihood and prepare for your wake

Reporters that cross the line
Get open hand slaps
Dr. D David Schultz
Defending the craft
Black balled by

I'm employed
But I be at will
Any moment they can
Destroy
My sanity by letting me go
So every year
Animosity is steady at growth
I might pop off
And let