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And then fuck on your bitch
For her features
Jeepers Creepers, uh
She did a line off my dick
Because she fuck with Bieber
Jeepers Creepers, uh
I just be

to make a way
Ready to stack this paper up
My money long,extended range

I just wanna take a flight
Get away and go escape
Living happily ever after
Wit

of the ghetto, represent the culture, never let go
We spoke tonight
My retros inspired the automated collision of free throws in line with egos
I'm trying to get

Clean Up
I don't need a feature 
When I paint my mona lisa
Got a brand new track 
And now she said she want a teaser
Bad bitch she a 10 
And no I never

carefully
And takes a photo with
His phone then with both hands, he mimes a
Rifle, lines up the rabbit in his sights
And fires

A self-produced 2010

him do the time
Pour another line, just make sure that I'm fine
I don't need a feature, don't give a fuck what he on
Met him like I gave a fuck, don't

to stop
Been out here rockin' the game with these features 
It's over for niggas as soon as I drop
She lookin' for love, but my heart somewhere in a box

us wild creatures, so I accessorize straps with features
Like hollow tips and laser lights
Extended magazines and beams for sight
It's only right, my

the opinions, I don't fucking need
them They can't even get out a sentence around me
I gave them a feature, they need it I used to be handing out dentures

But

everlasting, times just passing
Gripping to the fame
The features heaven sent
But I be stuck up in my ways
The Music is the vision
Never blind like a saint
Tryna

commodity in this city. The poem is also a love letter to poetry, with its use of the extended metaphor of smoking, though I always remind students, when I'm

these pussy's just talk and get outta line
I literally made your career, been helping for years and still you be sending signs
So I'm just unleashing

to riches that my testimony
Same niggas on my line for features just was flexing on me
Big Birkin bag she gone get it just for sexing on me
Draco with da wood

coke
Talkin' outta line you get smoked
My head so cutthroat
Where's my mind I don't know?
Fuck a feature I'ma do this shit solo
Racks up might pop

Ain't a barber but I line a nigga up
Thought his main bitch was loyal 
Then I turned her to a slut

Got yams n the cut stuff 
Duck n her guts
Foot

position for an extended length of time

Your emotions are there for you to experience them as such
Sadness and anger, for instance have legitimate purposes

Whoa!
You extended, Your limitations
Way past the friendship, Role
Double crossed trust
Attempted, Scoring, Goal
I defended, Then exposed
Troll
You

shit about money
Hog gone be more slime with dummies
I know my heads cant serve no undie
One man band I ain't doing no feature
Beat by quiik this shit

bimbos on a bronx tale like sonny said this the story of my life

My images are vivid so watch the don make magic then as i display amazing features in ya

a spray tan
One man army, yeah I'm all in
Use Him like Zoltar
I dream big
Whether hands extended
Or hands together
It's more than one way
To reach my

I might leave a wet stain
Should I put money into promo or cop me an extended mag
Using lots of ink like I'm an octopuses sack
Paranoia if the Glock

a minute
We gettin' money like it's a printed
VVS is from the dentist
Fifteen up for the pendent
Nigga, I'm steal independent
Glock extended
Fifteen for

the vibe
Catalog well extended, you fittin' to go for this ride

Do or die, minutes get limited, pick a side
Put my all on the line, well at least I know

I gotta run up this bag
Protecting the brand (Kevlar)
FN's have the extended mag
I need that Za when I land (Za-Za)

Fuck niggas can get the issues