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nigga, I'm outside)
Yeah
I'm a whole menace
Niggas trying to play God but they dead critics
Grown nigga, I'm a man with it
If you don't got your blick you

the
Yard and do hard labor
Got your memory scarred but you
Gon' remember this all later
Don't worry at all player
Its all saved on your Sega memory card data

mate
Would love to live nice and happy too
But ask yourself this
Does anyone that you know control
The flow of capital? The answer is no
And if you knew

best but I Ain't stressing
If you choose to follow Whatever's less
I'll be the father and teach you a Lesson
Less is more this is the school Of hard

will do so
If you truly think that I will not, then you are wrong
Because the truth is that this is more than just a song
The fact that he’s compared

everything, had to change my lane, come up with some better schemes
Cause these people ain't listening if they thinking that you're capping
If I said it then I

cake
Tried to take it back
But it was too late
Sour grapes
My ex might call me manic
My enemies all in a state of panic
Leaving a broke bitch brassic,

budget
Trust me I keep it 100
I could really use
Some fucking loving
You'll wed again
Is what I got told by a friend
But if you ask me how I feel
To keep

nothing you can do about it
Use to to tell you about my dreams
But you would doubt em
Now I got a million streams
You can't hang me by your strings
Every

has been humbled
Why did you do that Adam?
I once called you fumbletons, but it was I who had fumbled
WOOHOO

We've prevailed, Freddy is no more
Our

Somebody gon die tonight uhu
Somebody gon die tonight
Somebody gon die tonight uhu
Somebody gon die tonight
Errybody got jokes
But the jokes on you
It's all

On Facebook
Oh man was it good
Man oh man
I mean not really my taste but
A lot better than some of those other guys
Doing it out there
You're a thousand times

of my fans, if I did, it would sound wrong
I will never try convincing you dummies, this isn't a town hall
Never look down, never look down, just look

catch me
God wimme can't do stressing
If you try me teachin lesson
Like professor the way I'm lecturing
Better sit down take notes nigga
While I'm out

about attire
How you slept on me so long and you still looking tired
I don't ever panic even if the shit is dire 
I inspire, i'll retire making gospel

I'm going to go
Relapse the past, I crash and snap
Into the new past
If you think about it time feeling too fast
Man the future feeling bright feeling

thick feeling eating me some pound cake
Know we just arrived but our place is mile away
Tell ya girls ya gone, you ain't leaving here alone
Better text ya

the time to sort 'em out
Now it's time you see what happens when I let the fake shit drown
Lit like a white kid playing Travis Scott
But also twisted in

less than thirty seconds
You will rest in a box in back of a hearse if I feel threatened
You got your vest on but I don't know why cause my AK say it's

out if they wanna fuck with us
Then you better have da dro
If not then it's time for
Yo ass to fuckin go, go
Blueberry In my blunt, Apollo 13 for lunch

out if they wanna fuck with us
Then you better have da dro
If not then it's time for
Yo ass to fuckin go, go

Blueberry In my blunt, Apollo 13 for lunch

Man I be worried for my health cause in the dawn I do great,
But then I see the dusk creeping and I foster new hate
If self-deprecation is a cult, I

down
If you don't wanna get hit with a stray
Free Puerto Rico from the clutches of the U.S.A
Do what I say
Go to Bandcamp
Search my name
The Miserable

the blade of a sharp knife
And it ain't her fault, but at the same time it was
I had panic attacks, and I knew the cause
I pitch my voice down, hate the sound