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I see blank visions of you, it's not looking too good
You'll be condemned for all the shit you put me through
You'll get buttfucked by a priest,

loots
And we dey with Hennessy and martell guy men dey with azul
Pass the lute like loots from the warehouse owned by mallam Abu
Mallam na who he

Hey girl, can you remember who I am
We used to walk hand in hand when I was your man
You could never understand the plan, well I can
Remember

Wide eyed to those who lie but never surprised by deception (not at all)
I make em buss like a Smith & Wesson
Testin' aggression, my tongue is my

didnt know then you know now
Its that war sound
You know di baddest man dem lay low now
Who said you was nice
We could bring it to ice
Or we can talk

beautiful then mine is gorgeous
They always come to my office with awful offers
Y'all just
Wanna be entertained by my hardships
Caution
I'm my own shooter I

on y'all mind
Guess just flexin
But don't wan smoke on twelve
Who really steppin
Vsg this aint no vlone
Hop straight on the plane
Land inna city
What them gs

Its kills me
I don't get it why you hate me
It hurts me
I'ts heartbreaking 'cause you're envy
I take offence when I'm dissed by niggas way behind me
You

it's catching up behind Me
Treachery and lethargy are welling up inside me
Sticking to my guns 'til this comes to an end
Who am I to pretend?
I see

probably the end
This why I have no friends
I can't stand who I am
Like baby, I'm probably driving you crazy
I hope that you understand
I've been through so

silly
Billy always wanted more
Plotting on another
Copping keys to like two dozen doors

Who you think I does it for
Stick is lit like Dombledore
Bitches

grew in a big house, since about 2010
Life was fine, until 09, a very tragic event
My grandmother done died, so who was gone pay the rent?
My whole

the final breaths from my fallen brethren
Molded to bread win
Being jelly's a woman's trait
So out of line
Probably ain't woven straight
Who could relate

call her FIJI
I said hold on
Who the fuck you talking to
They call me four then H productions bitch I am untouchable
Told about 200 girls I love 'em,

by,
I just try to be myself.
This is who I need to be,
let the music set you free,
If you're in need of air.
Get crazy!
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

back
Think of who you could have been with a look like that
Hand down index up
Nothing can cover the fact that you're mixed up
I've listened to what

Him who we trust
There is none like You God

From the rising of the sun to the setting down thereof
You are God
By Yourself
Nobody elected You

You

called reality
Where hell is a fallacy
And Heaven is a fantasy created by man, so don't believe in it
You came in here with nothing then your leaving

nigga we ready

[Verse 1: Big Gee]
A, who, I got a tag on my head dey wanna kill me
A couple tones and I kick dem niggas remember me
Dem niggas scared

at the stou0027

Just a kid who knew this
That everyone back in school would say ruthless
Things about his craft as he struggled to adapt
Being around those

at the top, pin by the pin at the pinnacle peak
Picnic tables, check my schedules
Collabo tape it`s me and OG
I like my orgies tweaking, calling, we recording

a fuck the world, gotta live it by the day
I been tellin' bro this shit's gonna be okay
Open up your eyes, bro don't you die
Don't you see the light?

Corner store in any US town
Barber shop next door, church two doors down
Tire shop is adjacent, owned by Africans
Talk politics and get your flat

who goes to those measures
I'm like homie you know me, i got your back, i'm your brodie
But by your actions you show me
That all your talk is just phony