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love of music to entertain his friends by creating custom made mix tapes he sold to friends. His tapes were so well-received he was invited to DJ
the hallelujah fanatical,
So who’s unimaginable – voodoo or magical,
Or the evolution of the future supernatural,
The rumours are factual, manoeuvre I act a fool,
the club
Ball outta control, I got Indo dub sacks
How you love that, I ain't the Hot Boys
But you might see me in a drop top boy
I roll rolex, I got
the club
Ball outta control, I got Indo dub sacks
How you love that, I ain't the Hot Boys
But you might see me in a drop top boy
I roll rolex, I got baggets,
(Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is
Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
Yo, all the fans we love y'all
We gon' make one fo' the haters like fuck that
Old school nine eight can you see the Camilion
Below in the celing
its so soothing
You don't need to cover up I love ya bruises
Soonish you'll see who really was a Judas
My eyes wide shut but I can see them niggas
here we go
No one ever told me that all of those that had known me would one day be in my music
Immortalised and the old me would hold me and say so much
Ball outta control, I got Indo dub sacks
How you love that, I ain't the Hot Boys
But you might see me in a drop top boy
I roll rolex, I got baggets,
in my head
The devil is my enemy
He wants to see the end of me
He keeps telling me to cut my wrists, he wants to see me bleed
He won't leave me be, so
a knot... but I'm down to 9 cents and 9 senses tingling since 9,6 when I was 9...
So it's colorful in my head like 6ix 9ine...
Getting and giving colorful
could be spirits in the jewelry I'm shinin' in
I take a hand-written card before I don a gift
A love letter, thanks to my grandmothers
Would sayin'
and I never really felt love have a master
Mentality to help push you
Towards success and prosperity, Hail Keplin!
The world is a cold and dark place that
anticipation of manoeuvre
Den I dey expect am by 7
So say by 9 she dey heaven
10 o'clock I call am den the phone off
11pm now I bore rough
11:15 I send am
rips on my sleeves
Another day on the shaderoom, they love sippin' tea
What I do? Why they hate? Why it gotta be me?
I made half a million in the span
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
the derailed motive
same Gs in the main lot movie
calm strut like a mean girls montage
cold breeze with new freeze goyard
dark summer kept the heaters all so
wait, you wait
Sittin on the sideline
So your dreams are sidelined by lack of time
Yeah, yeah
You see the world through clear-eyed perspective
Your words
the diamonds
That flick in the dark
Kicking it on the couch at 106 & Park
I can see your beauty on the big screen
I can see me freaking you with whipped cream
I
I'm kissing the devil coochie, finger in her ass
I love the sight of human flesh ripped by glass
I'll stalk a motherfucker while they on they way
The stars all looking so bright
Pop Champaign for the vibe
Afro girl by my side
Airplane mode for the night
Airplane mode for the night okay...
Glass half empty, waking from dreams, chasing my fears
I ain't never cried so much tears in all these years
Success brings more stress, my vision's
My body is warm
I'm sunbathing in happiness
I know you don't turn it into autumn
Dark Night
I asked the night
"Why are you so dark?
Why so deep?"
then I done manoeuvre
Through the spot I grew in til I got improvements
More than my bloodlines
Never shown love so I cut ties
I don't fucking around I
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