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long, 'fore you would do s'um
Both of you two couldn't hash out
Wouldn't be too long, 'fore you would move on
'Fore you would lose em' and dash out
Go get

Touchdown
I've arrived
Running running running out of time
Sang this lil light of mine, at least 500 times
Like the numbers 6, 8 or 9
Really not in

in the frame
Catch his ass by his self
Let the draco air out hit the gas then I switch to a lane
Twelve on my ass had to go do the dash
He tried to run

and with idle time
The devil plays
I guess that's why you all on my mind
All on my line like caller number 9
Tryna be in my mix
You knew me back in grade 6

shoes
I move retarded man fuck I just don't know how to lose
I put the nine up on my back like what you really tryna do
Nothing little boy squirell posted

I'd get life or ninety-nine
For wastin' time

Start wishing this chick would come on over
Sit in the seat next to mine
Might even try to get to know her

a waste basket
Close to death I had to move past it
People keep asking me am I establishing
A new breed of human being
Deciphering life in a way to give it

Grade 9
Failed the first three and barely passed Term 4
Fourteen years old and so immature
Now in Grade 10 so I do it no more
The words I said for

the one that lost they soul
Start to move, I hear her groan
Reaching for my hand she saying bae I want some mo'
Grab her by the arm but then her skin start

be wild right
Wild life
Silver back gorilla
He sound tight
He child like
Sip my saspirilla
In the Mirror my reflection
Couldn't keep it realer
On my wu

don't mean to be rude
But are we making moves?
I can't be playing no games
I got things to do
I need a real one by my side
That be hunting too
So let me

What's left to my own devices?
And now I'm in deep
Dreaming of paradise
It's 9PM
But I'm not asleep
Damn
Guess it's time to work

You ever wanted

of the eight by two
Battle and script scrappy
Up in the back
Shit a fat DAT-E
The kawasaki style
And I'm wild to the nine
Keeping it the kids happy 
Up

might treat that lil bitch like my 9
Keeping her right on my side
Shake it and move to the side
They wanna play with my life
I know baby I feel distance

audio, raw shit
Live by the code of Five percenters
And fuck you rappers I'm ya father figure
Dark liquor with no chaser the mind shaper
Nine with

left there just by myself
Brain was going back and back and forth just like a light rail
I had my own friends who had discussions how I might fail
Turns

lay next to
I'm jealous that it isn't me, girl I
Miss you sometimes, I won't lie
We should link up for old times
Heard you move back you're close by

aint gang

I feel like a beast
You can tell by my fangs

These niggas be playing
This aint a game

This is real life
You can die any day

Flow

bitch i got moves to make
smell the aroma
shit i aint baking a cake
so fresh aint i
no its not up for debate
i dont forgive i dont forget bitch
no i aint

the gang
Don't need no extra guys
My niggas move the same
Like the electric slide
Try me if you like
But it's like suicide
Bitch I'm down to take a life
If

decipher how we move, in the tombs with the goons
Fucking with these niggas is an outro
Yea
Tryna make 50 thousand
Now that's the count off (Count off)
Yea

my way, trust me, he goin' move
They ask me where my mind has been really at
So tainted by the absence of a shitty dad
No patience for these other boys

rap
Anxiety and depression really the cause 'a that
I guess I'm grateful for almost losing my life at nine
I guess I'm thankful for the scars my parents

and popping pictures with divas
Been a real cold life since I disregarded my teachers
And chose what I felt was right
Flipping stu's into them arenas lost my