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what that mean, I act siri In the Tesla, there's no need for steering
Talkin that shit, I'm not hearing Talkin that shit, I'm not hearing
Engaged,

on a marathon
Win by a month, I'm dying hard on another one
Son got in street violence now his mother guns
Can't replace him
Ashes in the catacombs
30 day prayer

Welcome everybody for the final chapter
Once again there is gonna be a disaster
Getting in hard and then getting faster
By the end of this you will

Steal cantines, at least two roam on wild plain
For my voice drain the gramophone, dance for rain
Cloak and spell
Choke on smoke from my broken quail
Pray

Verse 1: 

I Look around, it’s going down 
I’m lit as fuck, I don’t burn out 
I’m still the king, I hold the crown 
Oh you doubt it, close your mouth

A lot of talk no kung fu I been keeping it humble
Lost in a jungle gun and a rose on my Temple
Worship a god or a devil ain't Nobody getting clever

around for
Better talk right or get pimped slapped to speak them vows right out your mouth yea
Don't walk my way it's like heading down south
It could end

as mine
Blame who
Made it out the hood out the bando
Top tier nigga' a commando
More money more guns go Rambo
Snake nigga' peep he can’t hang bro
I stay lit

boutta go nuts like I’m Reese’s
Schoolin’ these rappers with thesis
Lesson 1: Throw the gun I’m dealin’
Lesson 2: I’mma do a killin’
Final Lesson: I’m

helped disguise my pain
Stealth when I made my moves to cope reorganised my brain 
Health weighed down by the choices made to keep my smiling face
And you

might crawl in your mouth
As soon as you do, gun shots get you up fast, plus
Your mother grabs you and makes you get inside the bathtub
With no water in

Man I swear To god I hate a dumb bitch wit a smart mouth 
We ain't running up on nobody bitch we run Down 
He come in Here on dat bullshit he getting

pounds
Now that's the word around the town
Beezy got them pounds
Now that's the word around town 
It's the psychotropic tripper
Known for letting that gun

with my right hand we like stitch and lilo
Please watch ya eyes I keep guns by the  peep hole 
That's cause I can't put my love in fake ppl
I crossed out

you don’t move ima spray the fuckin K
My niggas shoot at you like they got 30 on they back
We got cheese so you know we got the mac
No hand guns so we

scared ho, naw we ain't scared ho

[Project Pat]
The pain is what, I'll bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has

hands for free
I won't even charge a fee
Punch you down up in the streets 
Take everything and then I leave 
Cold hearted ever since they took my brother

who your fuckin with
Call your moms a bitch
And hit her in the face with a brick
I did twenty mushrooms in my range rover
And ill probably gun o.d by

ride

Let me ride
Be outside
Be on time
Hop inside
Riding shawty you look fly
Feeling naughty lets get high
Got your gun by my phone
Know that's hot
Turn

this shit can get ruthless 
Tucked in my Timb manufactured by Ruger
Show up in yo dream im Gino Freddy Kreuger 
I get money nigga thats all that i know

Crawling my way out of hell Alabama no longer reppin'
Shit's scary like a zombie holding a gun
Run up to you to bite ya ass and rain bullets for fun
Rip

company coming so nigga stand by
Ain't gotta ask what the shooters do
Over here ain't gotta know fab to give a funeral
4 5 lick 6 shots right at ya crew

Man, we've been doing this parenting thing for like a whole year
I should write a book or something hahaha eesh
Jk it'd be like a paragraph

My son

belligerent

Count current like I add circuits
Give u Mal's service
Without food for thought and leave you malnourished
Sound surfaced
While you clowns lurking