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Not knowing what it took
Just to get what you got
This world gets smaller
As you get bigger
Niggas girls stay calling
But I don't ever pick up
Had

never makin' moves when they hendog (Facts)
I run through yo bitch like we track stars (Damn)
Never switch on the bros for the dream (Never switch)
Only

Rhymes about the type of day I'm having
Like it's present time
Killing time, homicide
But not enough to get by
Satisfied, never mind
That's one hell

sounded, there's a second one to pop
I'm in Heaven when I'm staring at the lever when it knock
Heavy metal blaring when Garrett got drunk and got the rock
I

scripts and painting tracks
I figured it’s time in the pipe-line like wriggling rats
Its brimming with flavours bangers and mash
smothered in gravy

feinds by the liqour shop
Now it’s money in abundance
Big belly bundles
When you turn down a quarter mill it’s hard to stay humble
I started with a crumble

You're okay 
I’m that nice

Ya don’t say

You gon really make me go back to my old ways


Man I’m so complex
I got many layers
Love to learn
Student

a bitch nigga
You'll learn from it
I done seen niggas get burn
From it and locked down
I only fuck with certain niggas
When I come around
Big rock

do I do
Stay with the spirit or stay with the fool
The love of the world
Made me unclean like wicked referrals
I can stay with the spirit
It's mixing

heart was warm full of love, till that bitch turned cold
Found out me and some niggas round me wasn’t living by the same code
Told me they would be around

to change they perception
Then they try to chain you for a lesson, right
Shorty say she love me
But Ian feel no love only thing I feel is a knife And it go

move
For some blood get spilled

Its my anniversary
Nigga I derserve to be
The only mother fucker
In the world what you telling me
Its my anniversary
You

In the beginning God created life
Yo we only get one we're born and Then we die
That's all that time in between that Matters
Let's make it count

I dropped 
Never judge me by gold that I rock 
Only judge me by the hearts that I touch 

I been grinding 
But don't want me no deal 
People listen

the tracks, two months flew by and now it’s back to back
Got me feeling like a lyrical brainiac, a maniac
This rap games crazy packed
Too many fakes got me

the basket
This hit, a clean cut nigga
The track master
The street that has it
Niggas be movin' mad crazy
On cam, it's regular
Niggas die everyday, B

opps, you should be the cops
I’m good on the watch if it ain’t got rocks 
I cannot do plain but pass me the jane 
Pass me the torch I’m heating the summer 

Did I just want the attention
Or was it about the sum
By the end of the night
A nigga was right back at the plug’s crib
Fuck it, I’m in love with

Kmag Yoyo

Hayes Carll

KMAG YOYO (& Other American Stories)

2011

Well, daddy joined the Air Force
Said, it was a good source
Danger, love, and money, but it only led to divorce
Ended up in Abilene
Working

love to beat it but let's just vibe
I wanna earn it, I'm great girl come learn it, I put on that Burna, that ass just wine
Fill up the nights with blunt

Burn that ass with the glow to the third degree
That can only come from me
This game need that certainty
I know it's an emergency
I'm hot as that cup

simple an thas'
Why they heardin' the sheep
Now to make change in the way that we see
Everyone jus needa trust the unkown
And follow the love it will guide

with cracked rocks filled to the top
Blood drops spilled by the cops looking to stop your money crops
Making it ill hot for you to run shop that's when

comes, time will tell
You remember the ponytail alcohol with it the only thing that didn't come with the buzz
Prettier now with the distorted features