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at ya homie
My other hammer why the bitches all up on me
Matte Black, color of the track, and it's fat
Yea my nigga got that wide body, put it on the cat

of bad jokes and walking stick by your side
I keep a photo of that moment
Locked inside my skin like time got frozen
As you looked towards the sea

that
I prayed for direction I did
God show me the path he did

These songs are favored by him
He watching the life you live
I really like I really like I

I ain't sip, drank in a minute
But I'm bacc on it
Every time you niggas get on beats
You niggas cap on it
40 bangin' in yo eardrum like hot tracks

robia sa taký je zámer
Normale 

Kto je tu trap ?
Dores je multi jak vitamín urobí hoci aký jeden track
(Pow)
Pravý to robí keď nikto ta nevidí taký je

Yeah, I'm back at it, on republic, we saw the fiens, we call they ass, crack-addicts
Jus ordered a p off telegram, finna go track the package
When it

on your track bruh, learn how to barter cuz I
Told you that I make hits - fucking with my language (yeah)
You can't fake this - bitch you need some patience

I'll run the race and blow the track up
Like whatchu' doing if you're not making new funds
We could make memories girl let's have fun
If I'm losing baby

already know
What's true

I
Love
You
More than words describe
I'll have your back
I
Know
You
Still have what it takes
You're still on track

You know you're

find your rhythm, measure by measure.
Bass thumps, heart pumps, catch the treasure,
Night's young, chase joy, no time for leisure.

Flashlights, strobes,

to me

I'm tired of playing the bored games
Of playing the board games

Give me a Ticket to Ride with you when the tracks go high or low
(Settle in)

broke my life off in this track
It's finally apparent
That I had to go and lose my life to get it back
Now I'm whipping up freedom, is you with it?
Come

no fonto
Love the strings sharp and pronto
Sweet music like the track made of mango's
Waiting for the serious bankroll
Cause my raps on ten fold

Stood

life
Vampire gang up at night
Hellsing when they pull the pipe
Niggas about to pay they price
No heart in me I always been cold
Get it by any means

If you don't mind
I wont mind
Gettin lost
For a while
Leave your phone
By the door
Come in and
Spend some time with me
I'm downloading everything

"elevate your mind," but you gotta read between lines
Makin' moves in silence, expressing through rhymes
My energy rolling, roaring on tracks like chains
Let

the Walkman up loud, feel the heat
This is raw and real, the sound smashing like a truck
Not that modern metal shit where all the tracks suck
Guys in denim

cause they know the game that i be on i'm running
Make another track
It's like the return of the mack
Wont see me for a bit
Hype it up when i'm back
Chat

over it
Running through options
Time stops when I'm not talking
Just like my rhymes start the track
After math
After that I go
Vent I pent up my

Runnin round' the city, bitch I turn the lights off
This bitch fast it's a hemi, yea I call that bitch "fast ball"
And Brodie got a track hawk, that

By now you know that I can do this, like Brutus
With rhymes on point like a harpoon is, them's the rumors
Bringing this to my consumers, both

Every drop, recuperate the funds
And I'll still profit even if like half the tracks are duds
Apply the face mask, the leaves and sticks,

I, feel, gravity.
Losing, track of me.
The void, has much to see.
It's my cemetery.

Little by little, I disappear.
Fiddle with a riddle trying

With Bphly on the track
Running the trap
Just hit me on snap
Look at the racks
She hit me back
I think im'a tap
The coke gimmie that
Running a lap