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you can never do it

[S-Class]

Obey the laws of the land
Im growing shit like the man
Boy I tell ya like Marley
I gotta million car in the garden
(I

these bands in the bank
I could fly that lil bitch down to France
Give her some xans, show her the gang
Make her do laps, so when she come back
It's back

millions.



Might really joke then i blow like a Kannon



Rest up the homie yeah his name Kannon



Nj but I’m straight outta Camden 

Too thurl 

17 i got

Really scary thinking about the future is one of the worst things for me to do
Because I'm convinced and all I see is a road of nothing
Nothing
Just

Open your eyes and ears, mouths
I mean I mean, you know, anything with an orifice
Just open 'em
I'm a give it to you just like this and just like

Life it ain’t no game
Living a life full of shame
All these thoughts i can’t tame
Living my life on edge
Coming down hard like a sledge (Like a sledge)

emotion
Since that moment, I've discovered new cool rappers
Whose songs are like big skyscrapers (wow)
Which every floor has a new cool adventure
But

I've seen her walking lately
Black boots and faded jeans
The boys all say it's like their daily dose of dopamine
But it don't really fool me
That

She really wanna link but she knows I wont show
Better get a grip before you lose your composer
I'm smoking big bims you can tell by the odor
I don't

complacent you will not get further 
I work a lil but harder than most 
I learned how to barter It came from the hustle I do this shit all for my folks 
Not

her nerves

Don't come at me like you got it, When you really don't
Don't fuck with me when you haven't done shows
I'm switchin' my flows and I

we embrace
Can't be replaced there ain't no way
Let's catch a plane go state to state
Paper chase and run away
Is you really gon stay
I can't even

bate shit
We are treated like we are the stupid ones
But it feels like these rescritions are dragging on
You cant drive away after nine pm
This god dame

Scott-Heron
It strikes a balance
Fantasy and reality
Really
It's the escape
From this world's insanity
Poetry
Who I am is poetry
Who I am is poetry
Who am I

ditt punkt

Oooo shawty say she love me and i dont really trust her
Oooo post malone yeah im living like a rockstar

Lager bare filmer du kan kalle

Blue hundreds what i'm getting, ain't no 50s, imma rich G yeah
Bust down its a wrist ting, it be glistening like its pissing yeah
My old bitch said

this and that like I didn't take you in as a little dirty street rat
You're nothing but a fake, but I'm the only one who sees that
Go around and keep up

Surrounded by loved ones people who really gone loosen
People I'm showing affection they're drawn to my fires
So what if I die
I'm sorry, I barely contain what

praying every night to try see your sunlight 
Then you Grinding through your day to get your blessings overnight 


If I kill, then, statements like a nigga

Voicemail
Written by Oluwafemi Popoola 

Verse 1: 
Might just send that shit to voicemail 
Hope it's not important 
I was on my own 
Couldn't

dead presidents
You don't know now you know right here this the evidence
The struggle that I underwent mother f your sentiments
Never came by accident

listen when da' minister's grows
Yo check out Mr. Camo in the mothafucka' show

Boogie boogie boogie funk-attack I take my self back tothe past like

stupid
Shut up
Stupid
Shut up

Im gonna talk like a robot
Im a robot
Im talking like a robot

I love you, you know
I know, people always tell me that im

I keep it simple
That's how I like it
I'm gettin' up on stage
And I recite it
Recognize it
Keep it simple
Lil riddle instrumental
That's a recipe