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the eulogy
I do it brutally
Like if you see
Michael Ja White and Bruce Lee inside the UFC
So plugged in, call me USB
Norman Sann ScanDisk
I'm out the NORM.exe

on bro, on my brothers
So I'ma work at my best, mama told me to soar
So I hope that one day I can buy her Michael Kors

But everybody focus on the bag, so

I'm shore (sure) up front
Smoothie for breakfast 
Faith for lunch
By dinner 
Turn a grounded man 
To a swimmer
Come like Michael Phelps
In my field I'm

shooting got a bull's eye,
Things went left I gotta do right,
Off this drank I'm getting too high,
Too faded time flew by,
I can't help it I'm too nice,
I

Marco?"
I blame AT&T I don't got no one to call on
Never mind I can't lie them niggas all gone
Uh
But I do better by myself
Lately I been up all night tryna

Hamilton's every word
Being triple legacy, but still being deferred
Looking up to Pitbull, Johnny Sins, or Michael Bay
Learning to love yourself, but learning

oh it looks tasty
After scoring I rock the baby like
Michael Jackson I'll get shaky
Let me go under just like the navy
I'll come around and swim about

the lil bitch I'm too saucy
Now I'm getting to the bands
Now she wanna call me papi
Turnt myself to a boss
Now the bitch call me Bossy
Fell in love when I

Yo, shout out to the pocket city
Backwards, backwards-E
Pocket, pocket city
South I
8-1-2, 8-1-2
Yo, hey Michael, turn it up
Rollin' through

Infatuated by your thoughts or is it memories 
Didnt wanna fall for you but it got kinda slippery
Leave you too come back  will you remember me
I just want

done got my mf sauce up ,/sauce
Don't be hate don't frown /Ha

Young niggas drip to the core /code
Gang shit leave by the code 
Rocking harmes, louse V

off the shrooms, they fuckin' with my stomach
Tell this bitch that she my bitch until we out in public

I stay in masked like Michael Myers, they won't

don't know no Michael B
But I live by creed
How them Niggas get a Headstart
And I'm in the Lead
Half of these niggas
Be getting they credit ain't real
Boy

Krazy Karen

She had one of those faces that was carved forever young,
But like a Michael cngelo she was cold and cut from stone.
She used to DJ fist

“Jane"
Michael Zettler


Do you remember when we met?  You were so beautiful to me
But all that time's gone by and now I'm not so wonderful to you
I

Baby I was tweaking
Went through all this stuff with you
Really for no reason
Blinded by what we call love
Wasn't even thinking
And to think I was

back to rapping
Legitimate work and a stick of a birch
I bet that we can get it to burn and you'll turn to a urn
By the weekend, be going bezerk and you

enemy
You came from the fuckin' war
Your bitches still wearin' Michael Kors
My hoes got Dior, fuckin' galore

Make em feel good by gettin' drunk
Slap em

like Axel Foley
Love a boss bitch but not one tryna control me
At the top it's getting lonely step up ya game below me
Niggas tried to troll me by

,
 I'm dropping shit now they all scared ,triggered, shook,
 This shit is easy look,
I couldn't go by the book ,
I had to make dat shit, 
You can't

boii I want static
Iont like da way that he talk
Where I come from
Ain't no love
I done put my head down
And walked
Dem niggas say dat Dey banging
You

I was scraping change
And I got love for my city, but often hate where I came
Cause in this city was the source of my pain

Or maybe they'd assume

And homie by the way
Tell your lady Sadie "baby, it'll be okay"
When I Michael Jordan fadeaway
I ain't tryin bae
I just fucked another bitch
I haven't told

on the page
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
This not for the fame, this for the love
Not for the socials this for my son
Put on your shoes we making a run
I look in his eyes