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Duct tape round your hands in feet 
(Duct tape round your hands and feet)
Abducted late sometime last week
(Abducted late sometime last week)
Im what

Designer clothes imma go really stack up those
See me I got infinite flows
Me I'm tryna aspire my goals
I want multiple streams of income so I'm

Trauma, trauma
Trauma, trauma
No I'm not crying
It's glass in my eye
Don't sweat that trauma
I know you wanna
Sew your tear ducts up
Be strong, never

Why this beat so complex

Pour me a 4, can’t drank no zip, I don’t punk sip nigga imma pour it up muddy
I hit the block with a big ass revolver
Duct

Anthem

Sway & King Tech

This or That

1999

a convertible flippin' vertical
Nose first with the top off landin' upside-down
You're tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape
I'd rather just hump a slut's leg

The concrete the skies wouldn't be sweet
The flies would beat feet and I wouldn't be me so
Im grateful for
And im thankful for
All the times that my tear ducts

Triple Beam Dreams

Nas

Rich Forever

2012

white as Tommy Hilfiger
Ralph Lauren Blue Label as I'm gettin' high
Triple dream dreamin' as the cream multiples
Fuck boy, talkin' out of turn nigga

Raid

Pharrell Williams

Fear of God

2011

Louboutin's, prowlin' the concrete
Roller balls come alive just like Jumanji
You know where to find me
Greenhouse a circle of top whores
Mandarin,

the old block
Concrete troops bricks off of gold block
We From my angle obtuse like 4:00
Ernie Barnes with the pen no smock
Octagon Coupes chips off the old

Amoeba constantly growing
Outstretched to rails on the wall
Filtering saturated
Flooding cracks from the stress on the concrete
Ibeams clanking in

benz
How I just silver da 'Bach
This is a villain attack
My money be pilin' apart
Multiple revenue streams
I'm dodging a felony in
Every scheme, That's

do
Stretch em out if they don't snap back oh my god I can't even hide it - on god
Multiple streams like organized crime I'm mobbing and won't get

Seams weighted down
Refusing circulation
Arteries of stone
Vessels deserted
Heart begins to slow
Ducts close in
Death comes close

Concrete veins

the cracks like an army at the gates of a city
As I duct tape the seems

These sheets of metal daily find their ways between the lines
(I deteriorate faster)

on a bad day 
Weaponized vehicles emerge from sliding floorboards 
Got Multiple monitors like minority report 
Details on one screen inform me of my mission

with flows that topple dominoes
How it goes, pick up a pen and with it I compose
Bittersweet symphonies, tear ducts be letting go
This that beautiful

The entire enterprise shouldn't really exist
Duct-taping making up for bits
Of damage
Of course no one was allowed
To discuss those matters
Entirely

and look back at the patterns how I ended up where I am
Begin to realize it's been multiples roles that I have adopted for stage
To get by and survive
As if

the pyro created fueled by a mental disorder. Three and a half years after the murders, they gave the pyro the death penalty. The last murder was multiple

as it's soul
Multiple maniacal methods to keep you terrified
Mezmerized wide eyes witness sickness verified
Your brain is the apple and my terror is

sons that you gotta get paid?
Yo
I am the master
I am the slave
I walk concrete street with no heat
No liquor
No beat to spark inner energy from nerve

These concrete sneakers I'm wearing are wearing on me

Multiple scenarios running through my mind
It's impossible to fail
If I never even try
So I'll hide

30 at the back, balling like I'm Curry. 
Boy concrete, niggas tryna floor it. 
Ugly automobile looking kinda scary. 
Pull up like I own a Maserati,

me golden retriever
Green paper on tap like oxygen, two hydrogen pieces
This be my nitro glycerin thesis
Or it's duct tape, white doves and death