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hara-kiri all cause
Your accident was caused by trying to turn my music off, bruh
So why so serious?
It's just some dark humor with a psycho lyricist
Dark

To the fullest
More than a fraction
You just got to stay off your phone
Get to your passion
I make the kind of music
That touches the lost souls
To help them find

some of the most/ pickiest, so fussy
They like they Hip/ Hop a certain kinda way
If I may be obliged/ make it worth your pay
(So) so electric/ with

and I’m the latchkey/
I am pioneering and your face I’m detaching/

Ass you’re making of yourselves, and I’m laughing/
While I’m at the bank with the checks

on to
In my life with all this drama
Ugly crying as I type this
Like goddamnit mom I'm sorry
But I want your life to prosper
Needless to tell to you that i'm

wanna come outside and get straight to it
That shit that make you wanna see your mans and get to shootin'
That shit that make you do drive-bys and act

does it go away, never
Everybody tryna dance with the devil
I'm tryna levitate and go up a level
Get hit by the bass, they ignoring the treble
They

slutty biz
Enemies hide
Frenemies pry
They want me catch me lacking
Cuz I’m Kerosene fly
I’m a feline no I don’t see time
Lion mixed with Cheetah
Pin him

I get it though, once you get the money
You spend it I ain't bashin
I'll play a bitch, but this ain't no guitar hero
In the music biz' you can go from

you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Biz convoys with the wagon on the side
Only big boys

[Vocals provided by R Reed]:

Everybody's so affixiated,
With themselves to the point that it makes me sick,
Yeah, fantasizing such shallow lives,

I'm Hot

Erick Sermon

Music [Clean]

2001

somethin and run it
Add a hot boy threw with me and stun it
(I'm Hot) Still cats wanna outlash me
I'll smash outlast your best MC
Make him trash that cd,

lining your Miss or minding my biz 
They rather see me outlined on cement cheddar in large Amounts 
Thank God I can count cause BIGHAND's coming out

it, never smoked a blunt or kicked it, everybody saying that they runnin' with it
Only problem is they only run they mouth
When they needa run a check

it, never smoked a blunt or kicked it, everybody saying that they runnin' with it
Only problem is they only run they mouth
When they needa run a check

My mouth no fit talk
For this music biz I no fit give up
That na why I steady dey look up to God O
To God O for even if e dey dark
Baba God go show me

make it back, double up to make it stack
I'm just trying to make it match
I keep the smoke to get me by all the time, you know my mind got to tote this

on
the floor gettin ready for the party tonight through it up if your down
to roll

[Verse 1]
Come on come on lets do it again 2 double o 1 dropin it nbk with

liftoff
It was West Syd to East Atlanta
Now it's ChickFila with a side of Fanta
Now we in the faith but we down to banter
If i'm in your face sorry mind my

spit the truth with-out the explicits
Diagnosed with Crohn's reflection of my bars the more I eat the more SHHH
Check your surroundings, best advice

I thought it was dope to show
How dope you is
That ain't the biz
Sell it to all your friends
And your relatives
Tell them to go tell them kids
This

Ayo what it do
We got another Mayor Penguin Music beats
You can find that on Instagram
Give him your lil email address
Get a whole beat back

wrist



And J Jack took your bitch



Raps with the drip don’t let it switch



Yeah aye



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Chorus:
I might pull up flexing on em’ here I go here I

Better stay home, this my throne
I own it  remain king, the mic just leave alone

You're safe, bein' humble more
Stay in your lane, music ain't tug of war