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butchers blocks in kitchenettes
Consciousness is drowned out by a silhouette
Silky sets full of blonde hair the eyes grizzly, brown bear,
Big brother got it

Tell them get the fuck out of my face uh uh
Talking to me better check your tone again
Cause I swear to God I keep it for real no pretend oh
Don't you be

Back on my old flow because I'm on my old mode
Last dude try me, he got hit by the 4-4
Now he flat dead, I bet he won't do that no more
Think they

I find love
They always get up and leave me, 
That's the shit that gets me saying, 
Man fuck love because never be good enough.
(good enough, good

Play a bitch to the left I done hit the stu first
In some old Margiela but I got a new shirt
Might diss a old hoe but it's still a new verse
She

It felt too magical
Made me feel like my existence to her is so valuable

(cnd)
She was in my class
I need one last lesson next to you got told by my

I'm gon kill her
Don't stand too close to me 
Gonna make me do something to the first degree now 
Tryna go by with no frustration 
But when I'm next

different day nigga
Just don't ever lose my groove
My nigga we move
Months I been locked in my room
Twenty five went and got a degree
Music cooking like a pot

this ability
God-given, ambition, exhibited to the third degree
Under the stars, I hope I crash as I drive
Well tonight I'll be there at nine, I leave

got a degree fuck complacency
Go get what ya need
I can't
Do the things you can
Do that shit for me
See me
I don't smoke I drink
Cuz of what people

no one is pressing Fhe charges
But when I'm gone they all Wanna talk about it
What the fuck is wrong with this World tell me
Do I not belong in this

Seen the murders in the first degree
And I could hear the dramas and the screams
Coming from they baby mama, yea she screams
Wake up in my dreams
My life

real sexy to your music
Pretend like you're at home in your bathroom by yourself
That's it, that's it
Now drink as much as you can handle as fast as you

momma that degree, I was getting busy
How many other niggas in yo city
Do you know got a Bachelors and a blicky
Not many
Hope I ain’t gotta use it
Cause

me up but it still ain’t stop me yet
Fuck me up they shot Dennis man that shit hurt me the worst
They gave Donny the needle murder degree and the first

in the bucket I actually make it make cents
In search of peach getting shot by police
My city wilding three dead in a week
Let his mom walk the stage

Cant take the heat
Don't fuck with me
You can get smoked
Been left the streets
Got a degree
Im wearing a cloak
Oh ah ah
Yea mamacita
I love the way you

This is Houston, say again, please
A Houston we got a problem
..static communication...
Okay, stand by 13
We're looking at it
Just leave it

Let my

8th Samurai

Murs

F' Real

1997

rarely pull that be	 in emcee
Thought i'd give it to you straight 
At the one eight zero degree
And I should be the man 
Receiving Platinum certificates

so chill I go with the flow
I'm so ill you know ima blow for real
Might be the only rapper with a psych degree
hyphy off nice tree
Wifey right by me

We had to use the stove
Momma use to struggle
Tried to help her out
By sellin' lows
Gave the hood some hope
Just follow me
I'll find a pot of gold
Knew

life is serendipitous 
all you got to do
take your pinky toe dip it in
spit out that chew

cancerous relationships 
malignant 
throw back feces

the first degree
Is the crowd projected by me?
Must be
Must be

Where are we writing from today?
A reliable pleaser or controlling cubemaster?
1 2 3 4 oh

heaven on a beat, I'm a legend in these streets
Corn Coast jumpsuit, you can bet it's made by me
So you know it's plain to see that we moving like the sea