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Yeah
I like this one bro
Check it
Yeah, look

Come around, turn to a diet cuz I'mma cut 'em down
Another sound, he rendered silent by hunnid rounds

to you to non believers
Reality mess up dreams now you left with the clean up
But the world don't stop
The world keeps moving like the hands on a clock

Butter- buttercup
Sport an orange bubble, mixing dirty water up
Light beige trainers, like a foreigner
My blade bring 'em to the coroner
Whistling by

I'm not your A, B, C rapper aye look at me rapper
I'ma snap a head off clean ass rapper
Along I came I hate the word rapper
I'ma sink my teeth in

Uhhh, wake up and get right to work
I don't got time to be idle, I stay in the cycle of writing a bridge to the verse
While striking the words
I been

The kush me sedated
So sorry not sorry
Likely that the black Nikes
Can call on, when they pass by me
It's a backwood
in the back hood
Nigga that's good

with delight
On the news you see a clean shot kill
Still you feel the numb and you know the drill
Reach for your remote and zap away the scene
You're

a screw
It's owned by StateFarm crew
Maybe I'm kidding you
Trust me, it's not that bad
Finished product, I'm glad
From sticking to the script
To then making

two, one bullets gon hit you
Way too much blood clean it up up with a tissue
Ass so fat you could tell by the recoil
Count more shots to a opp like 3, 4

Wer verdammt nochmal hat
Meinen Joint geraucht?
Warst das du? Denn bei Gras
Hört die Freundschaft auf partysong, bitch
Ich werd sentimental bin auf

original sin
So bypass the baby Baptism and do it later
Yes we repent receive by faith
Forgiveness connect to means of grace
The Word and Water will clean

So that nigga finds someone else that makes him feel special he gone
Fuck love it's all loyalty I'm not stroking no more egos
And other words fuck love

this back and forth
Hell that keeps us bound
Together like two parasites trying
To devour each other
And I never ranted about you
Because that's like

Where Did Those Little Girls Go?					Copyright 2005 MaxMusic
								Words and Music by Mark Chrisler

G				C		G
If you need an answer

A civil blood that blew
Our family clean away,
The wolf he ran on in,
He tore it to the grave.

Our civil blood well
We left it out to long
Two

around and I can't be picky
But damn I hate taking 512s
It been half, she said like two words
Just met her, yo damn she shy as hell

I talk to guns today

of it
Taken in by ants and
Metamorphed in to a tramp

The cost of living had me rattled for a brief stint
But i just weathered that
Hugged a couple fines

A night
A night spent in
Dinner
On the mattress
Tired
Of the waiting game
He'll come clean
By the fireplace
It's calm, and cold, and snowy out
But

few flavors tryna flip it like itʼs frozen -cups and we tryna get em by the dozen get-a few freak fans For my cousins got a nigga do whatever I say,

The Neighborhood going for gold
Oh no, you suppose to be the boss
But can't take the loss
So you can't face the L
But it's blown across
By the Six Three One Illitia

from the triple six mark like saving the animals from Noah's Ark
He made a way by having Moses splitting the apart
If you lose your Faith, you've done

know
I just wish that I was living with my mind intact
Got my nose in the right book, right chapter
But the words I can just never dissect
I like a clean

Keep my Nina by my fingers now days
That 7 figure bank account is looking close now days
My eyes is burgundy no vision
Team no sleep im grinding
Shine

the force, Skywalker
Now some say I see the world through glasses rose-colored
Damn right, all gravy, pass the yams, cousin
I got two words for ya and they