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kids
Ion really like to hug, ion really like to kiss
I just tell her go down and do your shit
Oh bad
Man I pop my shit
Watch me do my dance when I talk

all my life
Uh
I ain't praying for a mill
Cause when I was coming up we were praying for a meal
With my E63
Fam I always kept it real
In my Sean John

Black Supahero
Produced By: DialupBeats
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E

Let's Go
Ya kno wats going on this that timeless shit
This for every made nigga

racks, you can tell by the rain you bitch
She gon' throw that ass, (ay) I wanna bang a bitch
Ok like wait
I've been getting paid
e-girls on line so i'm

a goner
Ike abi you warn am?
Say if e try ISIS wey go haunt am 
Me I no dey biz I drink my sprite with some vodka
Blow on some taba while I chill by nshorna

Peace to all the families, (I know ya'll feel me on this)
It's that D.O.P.E (Do our people equally)
What's going on (Somebody tell me)

my D
She a freak, tryna D I E
So I F on the B with the dub in the middle 
She don't like you, you a bum and you little
No I don't care if you salty, my

in silence you so retarded
Can't take this garbage
You whack as fuck man what the fuck you doing

(Help I have been king abed by ninja shell fish this

give ‘em heat
Let ‘em know it was God enemies feel defeat
cnd like the days of Noah I gotta flood the streets
Tell the truth about my life all the ebbs

of state
Smoking on that thorax
It will really send you out of space
Yea man you better tell these
Boys how I really come in your city
And flip shit i'm

I'll be done I have a gold statue 

cnd if I tell bow nigga you must Go Gbadu 

Werey, soro-soke 

E pain you so tay 

The noise be like ambulance wey

ain't swtchin' the subject
So get a good look at him
That's everything that you wasn't
I be IN-G-L-E, ain't shit ya'll could tell me
Full clips won't buy

A mind like mine on the search for this line
If they try to hang me out I dissever their ties
Hypnotized by the lies that they tell on the screens
I Try

[mac]
Send this out to my nigga mike king and
All the 22nd gangsters in columbus ohio
From a o-g to a b-gee
Slow your roll niggas
Shell shocked
Check

And you have to be what you are not what they call you
We cannot allow ourselves to be incarcerated by
Anything that people would describe us with
Because

Can't tell by who I'm on the phone with
Tell little boy just grow up, shut up, roll up, go get your funds up
In this life, it's one or two

You better

gauge
With the wood handle and the recoil pad
Of all thangs, what you wanna act hood for? (You safe, my nigga)
Lemme tell you how the hood go

I am a Single Queen
You know the fucking vibes
King T Double E
With DJ-Z!
Tell em
Aye, Aye
Okay
I put my hands in the sky
Then I wave them side

shop
Rep the 7
421 rain down from heaven and burn down ya block
And then bless the mic when it's time to Rock
The Mad King
Do bad things when

Jealousy, they try to tell me it's jealousy
I ride to her crib guess i better leave
Women they never could better me
They swear that it's real girl

a masculine Rap God
(Nothing your can tell me)
Marshall' a masculine Rap God
(Nothing your can tell me)

I'm cooking this Rap Ape
(Marshall' a masculine Rap God

back)
I'm the king of the bounce back, a regular emcee
And nothing you say can or will be used against me
In a battle of wits, look who you're battling

a masculine Rap God
(Nothing your can tell me)
Marshall' a masculine Rap God
(Nothing your can tell me)

I'm cooking this Rape Ape
(Marshall' a masculine Rap

Diamonds on me hit like Floyd Mayweather
Don been through the worst but was taught to do better
Cop birds by the two watch em flock with no feathers