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the craftiest plotter
That's why I always hover
And I'm hard to read into
But that doesn't matter
I'm here to give you some
Gold then I scatter, pitter patter
Cos

make your ass go blind

Been aiming for the target at the top
Ain't no detours locked and focused on the route
Watch them plotters boy
They trynna take

that dope in a sprinter
I count the money like printers
I will not lose im a winner
Rock that Northface for the winter
ACG Boots for the winter
Helly

a plotter
Give em a beef
Young Nater will slaughter
My forefather was an artist
Shit is genetic, my dad is painter
My first bag I show love to my fam
Put

another printer
One day imma be the breadwinner
One day imma be the breadwinner
One day imma be the breadwinner
One day imma be the breadwinner
One day imma

You sold me out out of my sight
Behind your smile stabbing my back
Slander plotter perfect murder
Your crime is out you walk the line
It ain't a game

it
Spinning the block like I'm a mother fucking chopper
One line of coke got me feeling like El Chapo
I'm a hundred percent, like too long

A frozen meadow in the dead of the night

Printer's devil moves the type
A killer letter that's dead inside
Printer's devil put down the line

God is silent

Been a while but I'm back again
On crack and Xans, boom bap again

Facts no printer, ink to spend
I'm king again, for a week and then

I'll pop

Ima get the bag with my niggas & that's facts like a printer, all these niggas tryna copy
All these niggas tryna copy
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
Aye
Ima get

vibe
Cuz with the right line I could make your Life Right yeah
With the right line I could make your Life Right yeah
Tell me you gon' slide out to my

tryna diss me
But still ain't hit me
Line em up he crispy he must been drunk or tipsy
Printer that don't even print that lil bitch just ain't shit
Her

shoot you with a gun made with a printer
It gets triggered every single day, so I call this stick twitter
No, I am not ketamine, but my drip makes you

a wage where steam makes you cry
Leave it all behind for floors that stick and sticks that strike in time

Page the printers
I've found the lines
Send your

Stone Age

Biz Markie

Buhloone Mindstate

1993

plotter 
Serenade her 'cause I got a record 
When in the womb I was naked now I 
Chill with latex cause of how I enter 
The black wood without

Like I'm standing on a printer every line I drop is fax
(It's all fax sway)
So run it back baby, run it back again
If you and I were lovers then I cannot

the time
Oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh,
I spent all my money
At that blues and bougie bar
Double whiskey and cigar
But I never made it far
On printers alley

So much to see
Don't have the time
Circumvent my body
All out of line

And we take it
Too seriously
So we fake it
Deliriously

Get a job
A place that

on me, she gotta relax
Getting this paper, no printer, fasho cause it's fax
I said it's facts, hunnid the racks, dripped to the max
We never lack, dressed

Money calling me
I don't want no sleep
Long as I just got that mula
I don't care about the sheep

Left it all behind
Money on the line
Yeah I'm loyal

I'm so rare like an artifact
Go ahead and try to find another one like me you cant yeah that's a fact
You printer copy yeah I'm the fax uh
I'm so

a non-target
You shop at Walmart
I secure this shit like Paul Blart
They know that I'm the hallmark
Hook, line, and sinker
Hit another blinker
I like her so I

on these lines what's abrasions
Beat these villains with batons and my patience
Dev told me Yo Sol throw some bass on
Get ya ass to the crowd go and play sum

me 
As the realist mother fucker who done stepped on this Earth 
I just wanna know whose gonna step in line first 
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