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that let me kill they beats
Just found out my nigga Bang ain't coming home that's hurting me
Y'all won't get Young Drifter three till Bang is back out

Consequences then
Beating in defence
It kills in longer term
I know
I cannot remain
Stuck with fear and pain
Emotions not convinced
They're Alive
Say

This type of misguided love
Inside my mind kills my heart
Shit, I like her pretty much
Until it's midnight, I can't sleep
But when I do, I wake

henny and mixing the pills
Heard she tryna go line me
Im going for the kill (no cap no cap)

boards
Now for sure I gotta go and dispatch the recluse who lives downstairs
What's that your brother was on the phone Guess I gotta kill them too
Good

spinning shit
Pull up in that Porsche
Got switches don't play with me
Yeah Balenci Balenci
I mix match designer my jeans is Amiri
Yeah the opps wanna kill me

on kill
Way that lil boy went was like that Bill, he died in the field
Keep that shit all on me when I'm outside cause shit got real
Heard they hit head

his life
Gabriel told Joseph, "Get out of here, there are people comin round to kill the baby
So please flee to Egypt, and I'll tell you when it's safe

as an adult and it ain't what it seems

Shit ain't been the same since that night in LA
Niggas really kill for some Mary Jane

Shit ain't been the same since I

wipe his nose he ill
When I see red I kill
Got ice on me can't spill
When she see B she thrilled
Bitch I'm tryna chase a mil

(Bitch I'm tryna chase

but a nigga too wild
Saw you burning in flames I was tryn throw u a towel
You know you ain't right I'm just keeping my cool
We hop out we goin kill em

That's just how you make me feel
I'll fuck your friend and make it real
Baby I ain't here for love, I'm just going for the kill
Don't tell me that you love

niggas kno
What a thug about

You don't know about dat
Work on da muscle
You don't kno about starvin to
Where youll prolly kill a nigga for a crumble

Do

not tryna kill you, I'm just tryna teach you
We was ballin' together, now you in the bleachers
Y'all know my number, I'm pressin' the issue
I'll smack

to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn

wel geschift
Maar vroeg of laat komt de waarheid aan het licht wow
Andere flow switch
Andere ho ik
Geeft d'r een low kick
Kill ik ben zo lit wow
Michael

put on our make up
But what matters is what make up you

Yeah, I wanna kill mysel-

got a handle

Imma kill this rakshasa
Spill his guts I got
Pills don't pop a lot
I feel my rocks a lot bigger

I hope I never have to go and do

eternity
I kill that pussy in the first degree, but currently
It don't feel real to me, this ain't real to me

I'm sorry how your last one ended
Time heals

ain't stretch' nobody,
Yeah, he ain't kill' nobody
Fuck these hoes, we don't stress nothin' bout em,
Yeah, we don't stress nothin' bout em

I'm poppin'

brighter
Won't catch me in a church but still believe in something higher
A lost youth but got the soul of a old timer
Still known to kill shit like I'm

The room
With
Naked thoughts
And poses

Kill
The audience
Inside
Our minds
Inside
Our lives

Spill
That emotion
All
We have
Inside

Light
A fire
Under

ching a opp, no invite
When I grip that, SS tryna kill guys
Could've been five gang, gang got missiles
Clip it in size, ST's done did glides
Couldn't

just like the rest of you
You think the worlds so innocent then get abused
Now the doctors crying Lord please do not kill me too
Welcome to my world