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gotta do
This ain't nothing new to me
I knew that you were losing
Turn the XLR to nooses
That wont loosen up
Get killed by grip
Don't slip up bitch
I kill

bitches, that's cool and all but I'm fine with this
I-I-I-I love every minute I spend with you, we do more than fuck
You got that conversation and got that

at ya
You can have a shot of this
Or maybe hit this marija
Wanna if you wanna but
If not, stay drug-free
But, plug me in the mix boy
Right up next to plug

(my price)
Hot boy never cold again (again)
If i fall, i go rise again
I nor dey play
So, me i dey try, to be better than my yesterday

Ready go, in an Uber or in a taxi
Ready go, I got to poop once more, it's the meat snacks, bro
I hope you're enjoying the sixes
Rope your boy in the mix

and that don't feel too real
Guess we all got out of touch when the dream turned real
Yo


Know that hate fades when you stay in your lane
It's gon be more

chasin' these millions
Mama said I was a sick lil' boy
God looked down and said he a fighter
Ima bless that boy
I took my blessings and never looked back
I

The Buzz Kill

Sage Francis

A Healthy Distrust

2005

second calculation
To protect the future of America
The defense techniques of tomorrow had to be discovered now
But Sage needed more than this
New

your boys all in a mix and he left man with a stain
On top of that you're in a mess doing up Ivy Parade
Duk must be blessed than witness never even

We're not the others who've walked down this road

There's someone I know
Who had more taken than bestowed
Was left with cuts I wish that I could mend

something something something something, I'mma burn you
Burns mean more than your empty words do
Better get your Eevee-lotions or you fried
Full of Guts that

think I bees a crotch nigga
Fuck with Klin guaranteed to catch a case off you
You gon need more than Hypo to take a stain off you
Painted blue
Uzzy in ma

bless the pixie chicks

No more than a pinch of Nyx
Erato gives the boy his fix
A nine to realign his six

Yet another kiss of Nyx
The court

taggin' me in, boy you know that I gotcha
Hotter than shit, just call me Sriracha
Spittin' and switchin', my speakers are knockers
Rap in my blood, I still

herd he still in the bay he yay slangin
They herd he got hitters that
Keep the k bangin
When they see em they gone rob him
Balla block ya boy turn

Funky Child

Lords of the Underground

Here Come the Lords

1993

midget?
I packs the piece more than chicken packed grease
I'm nearly knocking boots, but if not I'll knock teeth
Wahh! Gaga, ooh cries the baby
Smacked

that it's my dream to circle sesh with all my idols, yeah
We blowin' more O's than Cheerios, we nothin' like ya, uh
Wake up, bake up, no occasion, daily

the shift
We prolly drinking henny too
That bitch drink like a race
And I'm gon mix that with some shots of goose
Put my dick in her face
I down the bottle

mind
c savant who keeps surpassing more rotations than a laundry mat
I fell into that well until I guess that rap was Lassie
Have me geeking shit
I been

That girl she bad, she's so fucking fine
Every time I see her, I can't get her out my mind
Maybe maybe maybe, one day she'll be mine
Go on baby baby,

Why’s the sky spit in my face every morning
Check a dm from the sun that I’ve been ignoring
Staying low by the eye that always been assuring
That

to a T
You see, I got more clothes than Muhammad cli
cnd I dress so viciously
I got bodyguards, I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wack
I got

a three Its a backwards e
Been doing this for a lil min now
YALL gone learn to stop playing with us bruh for real

I got more packs than lil Pacquiao pull

a three Its a backwards e
Been doing this for a lil min now 
YALL gone learn to stop playing with us bruh for real

I got more packs than lil Pacquiao pull