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laately I give a fuck less we break cheese 
I put my heart nd soul,in any bodied track I possess, 
I'll be humble bout it turnin pro is quite the process,

Now you have the wick lit,
That's some sick shit, so misogynistic,
Gotno pot to piss in, plots been twisted,
This life's hard to live in,
When the hard

deala, or you woulda been a has been

Fifth or a Grammy, yeah it's the pack in
Shorty on fours, she gotta stay clappin
Tote on my waist, M-10 for

to me, you niggas so lil’ to me
I turn a soliloquy to keys to opening doors
Said the tracks make her lean she put hope in the IV
Say the name, say

think I told a lie
It takes a village to raise you that's who you're molded by
I'm at the point where I don't care who I get noticed by
How you trust them

don't give a fuck what they say
Cuz I need to be high. I don't wanna be sober
Fuck Rum and Cola
If you really wanna party get a couple 40's, 2 to 4 blunts

callouses
This is My Art Analysis
This what hung in the balance
This is me speaking about it now

Eyes like you lit a fire on the ocean
A little pivotal when

tried to stay high
These rhymes could survive the end of times
So if your head in your hands
Jam this track to help you get by (aye)

hook

Corona virus

Rap attacks leave cats asthmatic
D20 lines deal fantastic damage
Fast raps man I has to have it
You gnats get blasted by craptastic rap shit

bigger
Higher we

Too slow buh sure
Roll it on my bros
Beta live life making money wey we shone the bad things dema talk
Yeah yeah
Everything is by God ?

won't live forever
Do I take the bitch with ass or tits
To me, it's just whatever
Roger that, 10-4, they say copy that
Hotbox while I'm washing my money

walking past
Your old bullies quickly shut the fuck up

Whatchoo know bout mental health like
Anxiety and depression are cute but
Having to live

Recognizin' God is gonna bless you while you doin' it

cnd if we're partnerin' for this, what would you bring shorty?

If I could write the whole track, would

Or guns we clappin
Four for four 
That Wendy's slappin
Get so high 
I'm off the planet 
Mama love 
Fuckin a pastor 
Sinful whore 
I love you dearly 
Fill my

like 30s
Yerks on me, ik im a fiend
Systems cleaned
Begging please
Purple skies
Laser beams
Third eyes staring back at me
Im on the track how I see 4

too close, bitch get up out my bubble

Issa group of 4 hoes that ion even know but they tryna come home with me
Now these hoes choosing, I done heard em

for our fucking lives (Damn)
And bridge by bridge you burned them all down, alert the whole town
The serpents resurfaced, cursed to be bound to my

goodbye to a great
September said
One million dead
Fuck tresamee as a hair accessory
Track and trace app goes live
It's not necessary
Boris says second wave

[Verse 1, Rick Ross]
AK's, Calico's, to 45's
I abide by the rules, what I gotta buy
Can let it by, too many niggas gotta die
Once you got one in

they leaving, lies deceiving, I’m believing, cry in the evening, shy to meet em, my achievements 
I am a psycho, lit like a lypo, fucking a tight ho,

Peace
Until then I'm packin' my Smith & Wesson
It's the young rebel
Born, raised to live in the ghetto
On some other shit aPG out on another level

please, body please
Yo
Yo it go one, two, three and to the four then
A rebel in his prime, that's what y'all beholdin'
See I be holdin' inside of my soul

get to bustin', nigga (baow, baow, baow)
I ain't never missin', if you live, then you lucky, nigga (lucky nigga)
I'll tweak all by myself, I don't

on, hum as we summon
The sun, son, some wanna see heads drop
Skeletons stuck in the bedrock
Every verse I write is a best of
Ain't a group track I was