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her friend that's a very cheap fix
And with this rap shit bitch I'm John Cena you can't see this
I'm in the booth talking crazy by myself fuck a remix

c trill artist I peel off and the engine go vroom vroom
That's real carbon out the exhaust hit the pedal go zoom zoom
Got a little partridge in

only see faces turn blue
When they're punching a clock, running the block
For when the bill money due
So I see different stances, my picture is far from

to be free
As i continue to get this cream
If you don't know nothing better know one thing
My favorite color is baby blue
As far as the eye can see
Yeah

up my wallet
I just want some money in the bank
Fuck what people say, they cant look me in my face
See 'em turn the other way
Ain't feel like making

paging me?
Oh, it's my creepy, greepy, grimy
Rough rhyme, crime-y Reggie
I'm saying, fuck who, went where, when
Why and how
Get my shit to me not now but

Woooow, that was incredible
Was that some kind of portal we just went through
It felt, really weird
Like when you lift out of your seat
When going

then I'm gonna roll the die
If I'm out in public, got a model by my side
Yeah, twenty years old, not a nematode but you know I'm drownin' (Drown)
Twenty

seized
By a chemical imbalance
Achoo! ah shit I sneezed
I lost my mind
Now isn't that a tease?
Hey don't trigger me would You please?
Just kidding Right?

the cat
I'm fly when I feel like a ladder

You makin' me mad, mothafucka
I'm fly when I feel like a ladder
You makin' me mad, mothafucka

a cynical individual living in a pit of syllable
They say I ain't an OG, but I still stand in a T with the pain
Oh geez, now you see me levitate, you cannot

that
She wasn’t feeling empathy, well homie I’m an empath
I sensed that but I was too, blinded by love to see the true
Colors shining like the diamond in

Bellingham

Bishop Allen

EP Collection, Vol. 1: January-July

2007

Bellingham

And standing at the station
A stranger in the rain
She was calling out a name that wasn't mine
She grabbed me by the shoulders
And I

no going back now
Are you gonna ride or die now
We ain’t looking back at this shit lil bitch
Lil bitch, Hold up wait a minute, let me bring it right

pouring
Blunt after blunt I keep rolling
I push 160 that's normal
And whip the skirr like it's stolen
Before I die ima preach
The truth is all you can see

I'm cold with the phonics
Them niggas know where to find us
I keep that heat like Udonis
I keep that heat like Miami
By 25 I see Grammys
At 21 I had

me down, they done got me in my zone now
I ain't have a dime, look at all this shit I own now
You left me at my lowest when I needed you the most,

disclosing
Why I don't feel real cause no one want to notice my skill
These women see me as a cockroach hear the music and squeal
But they don't get too close

It's getting mad cold
Headed to the moon
Ain't coming back home

+86 is where you'll find me at
Chilling in the ER
Music when I'm done with that
OG logo

you in the back yeah
Unshielded browsing is whack yeah
I'm passive, I think
But I'm passing the brink
When you pass me a drink
I just vomit stomach acid

acceptance, of my ultimate step
Sands of time, fly by, it's useless to ask why
When the tide rises, id rather float than die
I've become a coldhearted, With

the phony sort
Think he your homie till he
Hopping out the Trojan Horse
You gotta see through the camouflage
Or get sabotaged by your own entourage

Cuz yeah,

take
I was young, now I just wanna rage
How you bringing me down when I'm up on the stage?
And I know that you still coming down to my show
I see your

Nail me to the swastika cause the cross ain't costing enough
Rupture symbols, taste of hate at least it ain't lost in the cuff
You ain't Boston