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groovy new face is still the glue other nine you tried to dine up how about all
play living there? She by any me I probably won't let him get next to me my

on niggas like a
Sunday, see your artist, that's a feast
(Ha) i got, like, thirty in the chalk
I let you pussies catch the piece (Hey)
It's just me and Omelly

away
Tell the homey I would meet him by the spot
Woke up in the morning feeling like night and day
Coming at me then believe you getting got
You don't

gotta be the change
We gotta talk it out, we gotta shout it out
If I can see my soul in you then you can see it in me too
I'm right back in
You sayin'

I'm a still do me
Yeah

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake, just let me know who got my shit
Tell

Tomorrow eight PM baby let me demonstrate
Ima' pull up on you baby in that drop top and
The way you walkin', way you talkin' leavin' jaws droppin'
Everywhere

status-mystikal
U see-im on the mic poetically deviant
No need to be political-prejudices stay lenient-i write too different
Let me be clear w my rhymes
Pen

I'm sitting by myself, she doesn't see me, but I see her
I wait for the right moment, I am not a seeker
What's the procedure? I don't know shit

woke cause this life ain’t no fucking joke 

We popping off I let it go l let drums roll
She said the money changed me and I’m an asshole 
I beat that

lived it
Cried about it I got scars to show I did my time
I fought them off so homie let me teach you all the ropes
Bob and weave, duck and move, mlb

To take a life
So I won't say I did it

Movin like we never took a loss

I'm sippin
You pourin
The shots hittin
Im ballin
Won't let em take me off the court

to Def, that's the gang, yeah
Never switch up on the same nigga
I get away by the way that I talk
Pop a G and kick up, now I feel like the Hulk
I'm double

Works so demanding
Won't let it stress me
BPM at resting
So I push through
I Look at the clock
Damn!
It's 11 AM
What am I eatin'
Didn't pack lunch so it's

100 percent period

GQ: Let's talk about your
Open letter on Tumblr
Posting that must've felt like
The hardest way frank Ocean: Yes, absolutely

GQ: So

my bros carry round tools like they bob
And we dressed in all black like we part of the mob
(Mob)
Ghetto gospel shit that's all a nigga know
Praying

committed
Love the way you talk to me you so gifted
Just tryna chill let me keep it funky wit you
I don't know love bob and weave that's the issue
I can't lie

Niggas know how we get down in the city
This KFDN and my patnas be with me
Know we tote semis
We hop in the whip and my niggas will do a drive by in

DM’s
Talkin that talk
Then want fuc when I see em
Counting up money from Am to Pm
I’m a living legend you can write that n cement
From the Bay Area

maybe there's something wrong with the default mechanism, lets give it another shot.

Well, she took me back further and it got more scary
I was an ice

throat to have my babies

I might sound creepy but
Shit ima weird ass dude wit a big ass heart who's tired of neglect
Let me gain yo respect let me follow

apart of me I can't let go
Okay fine it's time for a long sesh in the studio you already know

tryna get by
Bratlife forever
Aye
Yeah
Crimetimes in my city
Crime is high in my city
Police wanna know who did it
Please don’t get me into it
I cannot

the iceman like wim hof extreme sports
My verses full of clappers let the thing talk
Bob and weaving on the beat I see these haters turning green
It's

down they call us thieves 
All this drip that's choking me I let it splash, I let it breathe 

Let it go and I don't ever see it come back (that's gone)