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to reverse it
I'm on a mission to get it in
Person, first I'ma start off by learning
It's the

First form, you can't scratch
The surface, bitch, i'm surfing

songs don't mean nothing 'less u got something to say in them
Sometimes the truth don't rhyme 

I keep my dreams tucked neatly in my backpack
Now that I'm

Red lights
Tucked in knife
Sixteen lines with cyanide
Feel her hands run down my spine
I feel like shit I'm sick inside
Break her back
Yeah bend her

the cervix
I done made it to the surface
Like it don’ hurts me to take a word and make it worthless
So I give it purpose
Up in my verse, it's a curse
I’m

fools
Aye rich ass nigga I did it on purpose
Niggas not scratching the surface
Closing the curtains nigga I'm getting this money you know I get in for

they all wanna kill me, with a semi or a glock 40, gotta keep a mac tucked

Got these bitches lookin' mad bruh, they movin' mad sus
Ya they talk like TMZ

said one by one they stall and one by one we feel the same
It slips through the cracks and stabs you in the back
And when your not ready sneaks up

Everything on my mind i'm pushing it put ain't nun i'm holding in
You niggas smoking with me for nun you been gone ever come show me it
Catch me outside by

locked up this the free me you like
That's a sketch of myself I drew with the mic
Just to say, don't sleep on demons you tucked in tonight
Make sure they

at war
Keep bussin' daily
Clearly, if you feel it to the core

Remorse that shit, I feel no more
Rifle on the scene
Tucked it in my jean
Louisiana, hair

Put my music on and stay happy bitch
I stay stacking shit for telling me i can't be rich
I put ice on my body then i spark the flame
Walk in the club

tucked in my pants 
Try to run up n that shit go blam 
He try to do what I do but he can’t 
high I don’t land
They looking like ants 

Murder a verse 
No

My momma tucked me into bed at night
She said everything was gonna be alright
Was gonna be alright
But I said there's monsters in the closet

and tucked it
Now he on that tough shit, it won't result to tusslin' (uh-huh)
Ayy, but it all started in that broken home (broken home)
Mama workin', daddy

Real nigga no switching Im in it
Fake nigga he switching he finished
Glock tucked we be heat bending
No end we just beginning
Lived hard got bucks

my food, filling up the whole plate
And I don't do crowds, by my doly, I be great
Opposition want me to lose, you see it in they face
Same niggas

of time
Bread is ready get in line

Sup bitch say something betcha don't talk
Tucked in I ain't afraid to pull out
Munching you done bit it all off
I ain't

On the runway with my bro we fuck it up
Keep my blade real hidden keep it tucked
I don't really fuck with no one else
Bitch I keep a blade tucked by

Way too twisted walking in cursive
Bitch too gothic fishnets with the harness
She want Beni's but she eating Churches
Maison Margiela everytime I

Now they watching so I gotta keep it tucked (Swag)
(Yea) lil homie you don't know what's up (Woo)
I been ridin' 'round in brand new Bentley truck (Woah)

We was born on right side 
Intrigued by the mystique of the streets cnd what goes on in the night time
Double back on my life line 
I suffered

step i keep it tucked
Baby girl you mine
So one else
Can fucking touch
Every time I see you
Swear to god I fall in love
Got me in my feelings
No Od no

Yeah i Wonder do you love me
Cause You been stuck up on my mind
Got a rocket tucked Just like im Drake
But i Keep my fucking dracko
Gone and shoot that

blunts, that's a face plant
Hammer tucked by the waist band
Nigga tried to touch, he a Wasteman
Hammer tucked by the waist band
Nigga tried to touch, he