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Handmade cigarettes scorch my lips - but i feel no pain
It resembles as if im getting crazy day by day, hey
Maybe it's my fate, or prolly not, i

shit lookin weak as fuck
Cant click with me stop tryna stunt
Hits coming out harder than stone
Did it all by myself bitch Rosegold
Rising to the top cant

impressive
Like taking these multicolored confessions
And using black and white keys to express them, yeah
To me, from me
Two hundred and eighty-five months

And they told me I need to take my
Time now I'm to fucking late to save You?
What?
Then shots rang
Out the barrel of a Glock aimed
By Michigan
State police

like boba is his jet pack
Rocking all black
Looking like a snack
Flexing like I'm Nacho or that boy Jack
On the come up,
Anything I do, I one up
Told you

the Phenome
Drill it in ya head
When Shdw dropping
Nigga chomp at the bit
Sick of being overlooked
& underrated in favor
Of bummy niggas homies
Pushing by

a wraith, my bro a black benz
Niggas got my lyrics in they captions
Big body beep, when it back in
New amiri jeans, cost me a rack yeah
I stay with the keys

spellbound captives
This prison cannot break
Unless she's sentenced
Devoured by the silence
And nothingness
Away from us all
Engraved in no stone

Flames
Guilt

at how we living, 
Throwing stones in glass houses, 
Cooking poison in the kitchen,
Distracted by the click-clack space bar mouses,
Scroll, text, thirst

die like morticians
Better than niggas like "I ain't black, I'm OJ"
You posers think you cold? Y'all ain't Cube, y'all O'Shea
Homie, fuck rap. Even

While havoc wreakin' like my cologne, It's gettin' strong
But it's fragrantly desired by dishonorable foes
Think they took over a home
'Cause the land we

about the time just copped a new piguet, offset the stones so you can shine
oh yea, it's like that when you mine here go the keys which car you want,

einfriest
Nach eim Punch siehst du Vögel Shidori
Machst dich aus dem Staub Yajirobe

Esto es Dr Stone meto a rapper en un cubo de etanol
Con mis rimas Escanor

thong
IM BB BB BAD TO THE BONE
Stone Mountain on the throne throne
FUCK IT
Please get up off my dick bitch
SUCK IT
I really got a money fetish
Need

There's fuck all in thon wall's fuck all to do wi' you

Jesus kneeling
Jesus kneeling by the banks
Jesus working at the clay and stones
Birds he's made from

wait - how many licks does it take
To get to the middle of Toluca Lake

Shake it, squeeze it, bop it, key it
Pop it, lock, and drop it
Stall in

the beef like Neil did with Waingro
All you needs one homie that's loyal as Tony Yayo
Some my best friends are Black, if they say that, ayo
They oughta choke

Welcome home
The road don't fork for silver spoons
That knife in the back to get ahead
Flashing lights

Down by the old mill pills spill

I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous

job, black eye peas ain't working it
Scratches on my forearms, bruises on my chest
By then a few knew, they all told me to confess
Driving

Betwixt the wilting lilies
I lay me down to die
I fold my wings now black and cruel
And let my voice run dry

No door made by another
Could ever satisfy

Uh lex With The Records
I go by the name Passport Rav
And what it sound like?

I realize a lot of niggas
Got positions from proximity
No talent

hours and I'm still not home

I see you lying there, darling
I see you broken in that hospital bed
cnd the baby's by your side, and he's not mine
He's got

fact
And judging by the looks some of these dudes they want the strap

I'm on my doll shit
I'm making potions
Nebenfach witchcraft
Yeah I fuck with that