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keep winning, back to back
Yeah, how about that?
Heard them all say that Matt is wack
Can’t do nothing but laugh at that
It’s crazy
The skills that I do

matter how many times that you try you won't get no reply
You hit me up when its convenient type of time
Ask me more than once did you know em
Say you

somebody touching
Baby girl I aint got no time to wait
I really wanna see yo face
And work ya face waist
I wanna let you know that straight out the gate
Can

her, "no I don't do that", I'd rather pass her to the team
I don't need her, that bitch a gnat, lil bro you can keep her
Bitch imma ball, it don't matter

On how to put up with my troubles tryna make it in life
I get it we live and we learn quit living in concern
Because the stuff you think that matters

do I even have to say that I matter
If all lives matter, then whats the matter with
Mentioning the lives that usually get slaughtered quick
Bet that

to drive
Keeping keys in the backpack
Open your third eye
Seek relief in the rat trap
It’s not a drive by, demons fiending for Matt-Matt
Go get the strap

You know the whole nine get
You impaled or clotheslined
By cloaked hittaz from jail got
Nails with Beau’s line
It’s a slow grind from off the
Vine

Leib gerappt. Matt

Caller-By the way, you haven't answered the question
Of how existance began but I guess, that you don't know

Dillahunty-I'm happy

Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that

sass
I have big brass for my excessive mass
But whys that matter?
Quit your pitter patter
You want to fight against all this might?
All I need is one

Some nerve they really think they bother me
Man that shit boggles me man
Y'all got some nerve you know what I'm talking bout
They got some fuckin

out
Before it unwinds

We're all tied by a thread
It's the only thing that's keeping us together here
We're all tied by a thread
Still we try to push

black...you don't even sound like that
You don't even got face tats, your best friend's name is Matt
Style kinda lame, you trash
Why you eat lunch out a bag

But I pretend that I doubt 'em
I remember backstage, back in Omaha
Matt told me stop making rap
Records all about 'em but it's hard
Because a part of me

matter
And blood splattered
All over walls
As your soul goes away
I
Love the feeling of power that I have over them
You're dead now
But I promise there'll

all I really wanna do is shoot

All I wanna do is crash
That corn, but same way
I wanna make money too
Man coulda done that drill on my own
But I still

fear no man all these haters really fans
These n*ggas be actin like bitches and bitches be actin
Like n*ggas that shit is so weird
Can't put my problems

flow for these women
Lord knows I ain't got money
Life really don't sting that much when the bee's are full of honey
And that's a metaphor for a drinking

I was fuckin with that Ryan, that's that Gosling that's that Matt
We was finna split supply but it was rocks up in the sack
I'm in here crushing it

really want it)
Fuck 'em (They don't really want it)

All this money but you ain't go do nothing
All that talking but you ain't go do nothing
Pulling out

I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I

of segregation sing it
Black Lives matters 
It matters 

The irony of it, is that we all came from Africa
Now you acting like people of color didn’t back you up

that happends.
That happends.
Hat matters
you must see
hat matters to me.

Put it on the table  , watch it all the night
gets better by mad hatter
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