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signals for that apeshit

When they debate, about this states
State of affairs
There's no talking points or,
Written referendums be clear
End of fiscal year

To a pot of gold
Stick to the code
Hustle hard
Then we vamanos
Huh
Yer
Stick to the code
Hustle hard
Then we vamanos
Left momsies crib
Twenty years old
Then

buried in her basement
Sought to marry her off to a simple man with a five-year plan and good intentions
Set her up with his boss at the pizza shop, got

break the code
I don't change myself for the love
Every year gotta cop me some fur
Every year gotta cop me some ice
Cuz it fit my neck like a glove

dearest
I’m on their list of fears and wished appearance
Lotta blue and gold, in all reports of how my fiscal year is
Donny boxing rappers in like Christmas

friends count fiscal years
I know one friend shoot flicks, Cohere
I ain't keep up with peers, I want the funds by thumping ears
I stump 'em, they dont want

My timing's impeccable, sharp like a razorblade
And you look dissectible
I've been on my mind for days
Cause homie we've been in the grind for years

there
I been trainin' my mind for a couple years
I could swat 2 flies with 1 hand
The fuck are these new guys? Don't trust them 
Sit low & I scoot by

throwing bows at my foes leaving imprints of my bottom sole
We beat em up and we never needed a cheat code, chess moves had to check a king to destroy

With mass deception 
It ain't a pandemic 
It's A plandemic 

An orchestrated economical 
Collapse Global Fiscal 
Financial take over from the slave

Feeling weak for being in love like a Moor shouldn't
Was action packed, had you capped just to hate hub
For years spoke the code like every place bugged

I'd be handsome smiling to my ugly pass
Jordan features hidden under a Chucky Mask 
cccepted my wounds once I unraveled my mummy rags
Fiscal year

fiscal year my reign of pain is immaculate
Say it crystal clear my claim to fame is catastrophe
Like a pistoleer when I aim a flame see I'm accurate
Make

Conjure the Legions

Planetary

Heavy Lies the Crown

2014

Crystal clear, missiles tear through the fiscal year
Bombs Over Baghdad, official pistol is you fear
Fear not the ear's hot, your atmosphere pop
Every

Bury your soul
So I'm playin' only me in the truck
Fiscal year bigger than ever before (he's heating up)
Persevere when they ain't need me at all,

years been like a hundred laps
Don't tell me that yo my niggahz is already mad

It got me fucked up with funds so low, no dough tho, no aid to help my

might stop living)
Aye
I got my own guns (Foah)
Nobody gave me shit nigga I got my own funds (Brrp)
And I don't trust nobody (Aye)
I love giving niggaz

oh-oh
I'ma show you this, but it ain't what ya know

Money long, having the best fiscal year
Last time I checked, my bag crystal clear
A boxed-in

The head was on demon
She top 5
The pro is elite
I got a good feeling to cop 5
The bitch she was not mine
It been years for this CP
Im not lying
I

the case, Lord
We was just some lil' niggas last year
Playin' with them lil' things off safe mode
Young nigga, had to get the money and the funds quicker
I

and you ain't listen
That's why I went missing
That's why I went missing

I won't do no love
Made a nigga cold
I won't open up
I rather stick to the Code

Go Big or go home, that's the code that I live by
100% all the time that's my real life
I put in work all the time I pay the full price
I put in

Sorry I'm Away So Much

Xzibit

Restless

2000

penitentiary niggas, yeah, feel me
Uh, sorry I'm away so much, yeah

My son was born about four and a half years ago
Loved and protected him, amazin' how

on the street
Talking stick spending 24
7, no sleep

Funds backseat, founded with the fraud people
Fraud bag, food packs, pack down
Pillars of fraud foundation