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a lizard
Choppa on yo head get you right just like some clipper
I been a cold nigga I was born in the winter
Moma raised monster ramen turned to pasta
Death

Leather fragrance, Tom Ford also the glasses
The young handsome devil, sex symbol, left shawty gasping
You only played yourself by tryna play me like I

couldn't hear it
They all chasin' my goals, couldn't even get near it
She loves the way I drive, she likes the way I steer it
I'm not smoking no weed, my

the Tom foolery
It's hard to empathize with another that defines a person by their own skin tone
Quick to make assumptions that mean nothing, they childish

(look)
Now I got my letter grade (got an A)
Man, I burst through the roof
Ain't got no ceiling now
See your heads starting to bop
Can't fight the feeling

Ayyy Everybody gon' see the light, One by one, I ain't stopping for real
Your neighbors don't sleep when you bang your speaking uh They don't sleep

Yea
I wanna talk to the people, talk to the youth
Let them know a little something about me
Yea
Uhh, they like Geechi your rap be so conscious
Can't

marry
Dunno how many bodies she carry
She fucked 30 time 10 Tom and Jerry
I'm not bragging for thots i'm just carefree
They say nigga get hoes that shit

will.
If you've got something to say girl,
ain't got all day girl, I can't get no satisfaction.
If you've got something to say boy,
don't walk away boy,

no fuck about no rappers, they can all get robbed
This shit is easy like Culpepper throwin' Moss a lob

I doubled down and took every risk, I

this shit up right now
I'm a get this shit done
Chop this shit up
Granny Granny
Life been bitter sweet
Call it lemonade
The greatest blessing come in

I will not stop
I will not quit
I just a nigga, tryna get rich
By myself, not in the mix
I am ballin, just like I'm Mitch 
I will not fold, I will

in the venison
America might get bedside critical
Sweating in her X-eye, death by dinner bell

Indignance and diligence loudly
How’d she work for

I wanna know
What ya wanna know
About me
I wanna know
What ya wanna know
About me
I wanna know
Still got no label
But I got vivid dreams
Makin' 'em

She’s Come Undone
Written by Sara Petite (Mark Stephen Jones?)

A little bit crazy, little bit insane,
She’s taking no prisoners,
Unleashing all her

Politician body up in my trunk
Red or blue I ain't give no fuck
Skin, bone, flesh, body, it stunk
Skin, bone, flesh, body, it stunk
Sober mind, I

lonely
Surrounded by a family
Going to start, sharing faith, until they can't stand me
They gone see me winning every year like Tom Brady
Holding up

No More Games

Skin Deep

Get U Open

1996

dimest
What'cha talkin' bout you want to grind this?
(Whoo!)Get to know me
I need that full metal jacket like Tom Hanks
Banks to chips B.I. pack

the guy that slaughtered no it's not possible this shit right
Here is irrelevant for me to murder anybody I don't even own a tech or
Uzi Joe you can't fool

like you can't see what's right in front of you
No shit bitch I'm down and depressed
Lost and stressed a broken mess
I need a vest and a gauge that's

’m from Houston were them slabs ride fours 
No disputing fine Linens Tom ford
But I rock Peep Game cause I know it’s made for us
Yeah
Black American let em

them im not in Eden
I want the water no motherfucking navy the opps steady
Talking like they fucking pay me
They rats and they pussy call them tom

checked in the Heartbreak Hotel
Use to be a Giant like Brad and Odell
Winners lose too Tom Brady out here 
What i'm gone do i'm going crazy out here 
Do i

Kool-Aid
Won't send no Cashapp
Fucking yo hoe then I pass that
Jay going up, bitch grasp that
They can't grasp that (Watch me send no Cashapp)
Why these