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the hard labour
Put the tracks on repeat and disturb neighbors
Perfectionist, I'm a piece-maker
No peace for them man
I'm a peace-breaker
Go stupid
This ones

the dead lines with embalming fluid, aye!
I hope you feel the vibe I'm on (Yeah)
Cause I'm about to soar and take the world by storm (Hello)
Bebelino is

a lot more props
Not my fault they can't see through that
So they put me in a box
Say mi jus' fi sing One Drop
Maybe do some Dancehall tracks
Not saying

orange box cutter
Soak you when you least expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at home
These Evil

said, I don’t have the attitude to fool around
I’ll smoke this beat, turn the track into a hookah lounge
My dangerous addiction like a pack of cancer

vivid
The voices scream n killing
My heart been racing
But the coroner can’t tell this difference
Bad days by the beach
A storm is on horizon
My brain

and stuck inside with all of our vices
Aye what you been smoking on 
What liquor you put your ice in 
What demon you having a conversation with while dealing

Ice cold like she made by Johnny Dang yeah
I might kill that pussy I'm gon be the one they blame
All the neighbors gon complain
All they heard was lots

slight bro listen
It's like the bird box river when your blindfold ripping
When you not hype in my presence,
It's like trying to go to Skyzone chilling

right by the pump
Cause when you shining like this it's a chance they can stunt
Next stop we hit the wedge we need some liquor to pour
So many cases

that just stand by itself
But like I said
I'm sorry I'm mixed

Rise up from dust to dust
God looked down and said that's enough
He snatched King right

on the wrong track, couldn't find a headspace
Now I'm regretting the decisions that I made
Consequences of my actions do nothing but degrade
And I'm kind

Whip is trap bound we getting right
Wytchina sexy and always tight
Every track I lay I act like I sold it
My poker face alone would make you fold it
Just

How I'm balling might need me a 30 for 30
I shoot from wherever like curry
Boy load up the clips
Had to break out the box went and got in my bag with

cold as ice
Freezing temps freezing rain frozen over what you made
In bad taste like some motherfucking bertie botts
Only tie it up when you can't see

Had hopes so high, but it must have fell out
Of the holes in my mind and pantry shelf
No food in the ice box? That's fine
Survive on dandelions

bless
She's the way of my success
Between me and you there's a difference
I mean a little finesse
Whatever I've done, was by myself 
Listen, please

at night til the morning
Shower in the morning
Get the top smash the box
Back to touring
Strong like the ox ox in the field
You know my shit is real
Better

yo lip up
Pull up in yo hoodie in a hoodie
Fuck a zip-up
Bitch I keep a stick right by the box this ain no game cube
They gone look for me when lil

Epic Rap Battles of History!
Mansa Musa versus Jeff Bezos!
Begin!
Wallah, by the holy Quran I lay my hand upon
I blaze Bezos, inflict inflammatory

fast, I'm racin'
Going berserk with a 5 star ratin'

Make my Toonz when I'm at home pacing
Blue to the blue, how the ice is, skating
Cut you up with

Crushed ice all up in the cup I call it danimals
Cold like a stone
Flashin' like the rock
When I'm in your gramma house I bet she call me hot stuff
In

Fell In love with making money
Always had it in my plans
Wouldn't drop another track
If it wasn't for my fans
Everything I ever done
Was for my

Put a song out?
I don't wanna hear it
I'm talking to the man in the mirror
The names of the greats getting nearer
Roddy Ricch on the box, E-ER

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