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underground this ain't that gospel song
I did have dreams till I woke up I'm sorry y'all 
I guess I'm just another soul who's broken
Just to fix my headaches I

These niggas can't rap forreal
Lil shawty got ass forreal
And she making it clap forreal
Forreal?

Hold up
This ain't no song it's a warm up
Don't give me

a fit in
You are softer than the thinnest linen and a little kitten
In admittance it's written your writtens will remain hidden
Sorry, uh, I talk too much

you yeah that's what my song say
That dating life it a get a little Kray
I moved on to take her higher in a major way
That thang good girl why don't you

not
Trying to show off something I don't got

Like I got problems just like them
I got a fucked up head
So can I please just write one serious song

Black rapper with a conscience I'll be out by half past
27 coming sooner than you think, 5 years till I'm a tree in Bedfast
Loving memory of the boy,

never intend to kill
Soon they reactin', need Benadryl
If I'm dyin' I'll rent a will
I'm on a quest
To feed non-believers my song is the best
Pop

Pedestrians need not apply, little guy

Now ya say there's dogshit on my sneakers
Guess I better run tell the deacon and the preacher
Toppin me, toppin me,

I hang with my dogs like a Rottweiler 
When it come to songs ima stock piler
Tryna right wrongs like a changed man
Tryna climb charts like a rock

gone fuck to this song off a bean 
Like I'm trying to hurt it 
She want that dr.miami but she don't need surgery 
Yea I spoil her I fendi her purse
I go

and they Hawk
they get jealous when you pop shit, and then they talk
and Ben got hoes on the streets as well
one of Ben Gal's overheard this kid Latrell

can make a change
If we don't make a law
For thinking we could be about it
Yeah but we dont think about it
Hopin is jokin
Until we stop and sing a song

pit
And kill a stupid bitch
And her little foster kid
And maybe after this you'll see
That if your gonna fuck with me
Then god is what your gonna see

Can't fake no penny roll
Can't fake no, no dollar bill
Can't fake no penny roll
Can't fake no, no dollar bill

Now this is a song that's designed

Most Christmas songs don't start in spring
Well this one does, now here's the thing
This isn't quite your normal Christmas rhyme
So gather round I'll

the day's gone the band plays on
That's not the same song
Going maison to maison
String em' all along in a paper chain
Turning into veins are the lanes that I

boys i guess she stole her grand sons cd

Your momma, tellin you you need to be more like little wyte

Your daddy, askin you how your gunna pay your

Take her by the thighs
And she's looking really nice
The thought of stabbing her yes it's in my mind
And yes it will take time

But when I grab her I

Made it hard to breathe, like I was feeling asthma
Made it hard to see, I couldn't see the dashboard (Damn)
But I made it home
A little more empty now

the line
Gets a sweet little kiss by a truck from out of sight
He drinks his coffee with no company
(He bites the hand that feeds)
He wants to eat but

for, you know
Them three little dots that pop up when you send a message and shit, you know
They stopped and then she fucking blocked me
But that's

natural, body make me faze off , slow time down
Wait till we in double R's with the top down
Up on stage they're gonna sing my songs
1 award no I want 10

calling to me
You handling all my pockets
I pop lock it drop it
You gave me a whip and a crib
And when I'm dead and gone
My little ones gonna play this song

pop them perks, but its okay, cause I have juggernaut
Have you ever fought the big zombies?
They make your heart bleed, then you get taken by