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only an 8-figure, back me up
I been sent by an angel to snatch you up
Take you way above the clouds and back you up
At night you can lay in my arms feel
evil now
That's what my friend said to me
After a shooting in her own town
I guess I had to sympathize by believing her
Without ever questioning
So I
Yeah, just like Cole
Just like Cole
Yeah, ignite my pain
Just like Coal
Just like Cole
Just like Cole, yeah
Being raped by someone that you call dad
stay by your side
You know you know
Everyday if I can of my life
Everyday if I can of my
Blahh
Hennessy bottles on the floor won't tame your mind you
Bitch I'm getting money
Quit saying my name
Mind Your business
Stay in your lane
Because I'm getting money
Quit saying my name
Do you want smoke
I give
and foreign places than these niggas having a own state you niggas mad and
It's great
I see the hate on your face
That shit makes me laugh that shit makes my
stay in my stride
'Cause I'm playing like striker, scoring goals
Gyally been talking loads
But I don't do tings like Yorke and Cole
Look at these kicks,
how to act in a drought
See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed
My views misshaped by new mixtapes
That confirmed the shit
a stool
Said I wasn't worth your time yet I'm able to assume
That your mind is occupied by shit I said just to be cruel
Who's gonna give you the news that
trippin'
Pistol at my desk, I was sittin' up in school with it
Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it
She gon' eat the dick, both
Like I'm walking through a hall blindfold wrapped around
my eyes at night, stumble in my nightgown
While I run with all my might from the one who want me
turning up the bass
Loud as fuck, hit a bump, find your ears in another place
When we park, Steve is swinging, guard your balls and guard your face
In
what happens when your mind says time is up
And your heart don't give a fuck
I hope you hold on and fight through the pain
Its just a terrible act in
You Gump, you're as dumb as a stump
To think we'd come with a trump shortage
Bass in your face, bitch
Chuck Norris' nunchucks morph into guns, swords
think you should stay with me
You say that your heart is on the line
And I can't change your mind
Oh Natalie, I think you should stay with me
I know that
problems, put yourself in a tight spot
So, you can look, but don't touch, I stay on my toes like the White Sox
It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch
I just sharpen my blade for a minute but came lost in my ways
This for my niggas that was tossin' the graves
Every so often I fade deep in my
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck nigga blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man
waiting you for quite a some time!
Let me introduce my self, I am Wilhelm Von Gruten
I will carve your pretty face and place it on the mannequins instead
You Gump, you're as dumb as a stump
To think we'd come with a trump shortage
Bass in your face, bitch
Chuck Norris' nunchucks morph into guns, swords
Now in my mind will thrive
If it's just chilling in
The abyss of ignorance
I lay back and enjoy that ish
As I lay back and enjoy the ish
Rappers sit
Which has the power to
Help shape your reality
If you view everything through
The lens of fear
Then you tend to stay in retreat mode you can
Just
fashion is that cool
That’s why I preach to the youth like boys and girls be stay in school
Teach them that money is a tool, is a fire to your fuel
It’s
clown
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down
I'm in the red-light district, like a cop on the beat
Livin' in a nightmare on Elm Street
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