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a virgin
No weapon formed against us will win

We comin' down swervin'
This the real, not a version
I don't care who you fucked, you a virgin to me
You

selfish and evil, lose without a chance
So take life by the hands and lead the dance
And kick the devil out whenever you have the chance

No, no, no, no

a version of she, and it's a version of you
There's no escaping the blame, the way we live, it's parasitic
Fuck the money and fame, cut the music

This

of my doubt
My heart belongs to you and believe me, the wait was worth it
You're my favorite version of my favorite person!

Who knew, what we would have

I, love.
The love that u give, cause your love so good.
I, love.
Your energy, your vibe.
Cause it feeds my soul and mind.
I, love.
The way that you

has been Lifted
I remember my soul feeling dull from my spine to my teeth, to my heart to my skull
I remember the feeling of wondering to myself, what

heart
I really can't feel no beep
My soul stuck in the street
Diesel drip
Down on my feet
I feel like the herro
Miami heat
I'm Poppin dus pill
So I can

You know that I need my coffee
For the best version of me
Been doing everything that I can
So that I'm standing on my two feet
Coffee pot on the burner

me)
Who is your favorite emcee (Bet me)
My heart is pretty heavy (hefty)
My start was turning necks skip next scene
No energy for enemies (no pests

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

preaching the unteachable
Tasting the unreachable, no obstacle can deter me

You heard me?
My soul been stirring for a minute, feeling
Like a prisoner in this

When your heart turns cold
It causes your soul 2 freeze
Spreads throughout your spirit
Like a ruthless feeling disease
The walls that once were down

to quit 
Pull the plug on my consciousness, tell my heart
Sayonara, no tomorrow, I'm not fond of being haunted 
By the thought of no tomorrow 
But there is.

loud six feet my ego grow
Shawty grip it both hands letting off my eagle low
Bust it back and forth there's no remorse
I win of course I'm in
You

status, she calling me Kozuki Oden, cause I'm the head honcho
Cowgirl by my side, but this is no Mustang, we up in a double S Maro
Only talk to real niggas

scared of our brothers cuz they be sending some shot
The face of a man, the mind of a winner
The heart of a demon, the soul of a sinner
Try escaping this

niggas get infected by money & drugs
caught up in fast livin dying like a thug
shit no reprimand i ain't got da uppa hand
be cautious when u creep there's

a prism
And what I'm seeing is a person bound and taken by vision
A person robbed of passion hope without direction or wisdom
A person playing cards he's

yeah this is version Two-
Point O no I know nobody saw this coming like a blind whore humping (whoa whoa)
Santino another white boy machine gun punnin'

One, two ha cha cha
Two, two ha cha cha
Three, two ha cha cha
Four, two

Ooh ooh ooh yeah
Feel like everything just ain't got soul
So I'm gon' be

polar opposites
Yelling loud on the cloud but no one swaps a side
We lost inside the Internet work of our lives
Caught up with our pride and narcissism

out / cleanse and recycle a soul every time I shout/ i often see a plethora of poets punk out and pout / I lick their tears by the gout / I'm blessed

wounded
Soul bled from the contusions
I cared far more than I thought
It was there proven.

He sat and said 
look son I had no one to rely on 
I had too

put to death but freed by Jesus in my soul
Black hoodie rap, my version of church clothes
Kill all misconceptions with the verse though
I know this is