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question it
But it bothers me, our scars are currency by which we're measured
Like let the record show who let it slip and who held it together
Cutters

who
Callin me 
Niggas tone is never synchronized to callin me so
Wat u talkin b 
A nigga really ballin ballin ball 
Three points for da d o g see me

what a flow
Yeah
In the end, where we go?
That’s a question we all know
And in fact, we gotta shine
For the best, so that is fine
Hey, so you know what’s

This image is impossible, I can't believe what I'm seeing 
Your cornea is a moon; it glimmers, its mysterious 
I think your retina is a shield, but I

Either the drink or dick that she holding
Keep doing me, I don't care what you told them
Ran out of Billys, man these times so grim
I don't need consoling

Who you think you fooling I ain't messy
Say you keep a Ruger you ain't stepping
Cause I seen you in action second guessing
Homie you is a goofy there

there to save you

A word is enough for the wise
And the truth must surely be spoken
It's time we read in between the lines
For us who call ourselves

vigilant, arrogant, bitches
Who stay overstepping I keep 'em on the run
What is said is done
Love you like a ton
Love your messy bun
You second to none
Imma

your whole head tapered up
CEO shit, Tony Draper papered up

Respect amongst man is what
We demand of eachother
AR with the double drum for
My band

naked
Now I'm invaded by sensations of how I will never achieve greatness
I'm a broken piece of post traumatic protoplasm
Who's only glad when those who

the racks and I'm making it stack
You niggas is trash, I’m stating the facts
I'm spending a band and I'm making it back
Fuckin’ your shorty, the pussy a snack

and the bitches
(Right in my hand)
I got the plugs in the cut
(Out by the stand)
Ain't got no money but this henny is just right in my hand
Too lit
Two broads
On me

Perplexed I guess well let use to our advantage
And we did got in real good is what we managed
But lance got hood went rogue despite our advances
Revenge got

a hyper space
Look,  if you ain't on my level
Put a credit in the rent jar no Calrissian
I never bet on who my friends are
I catch hands floating when I'm

going crazy lately
But I'm a Virtuoso baby
IM Gonna Get what I need
IF I Got it then they got it
Imma Take Care of my 3
They gone keep on asking questions

Say Fuck You But What Is There To Gain
InSide I Really Love You ,But It’s Hides Behind The Pain,
Because Of All That Shit I Been Thru Guess I’ll Be

[Verse 1: Frank Knight]

What happen to the rap game is really a shame everybody front like they illy and bang
Attention whores, crap fame, silly

sunnin' hoes
I done dropped the EP, now I'm back, we've been up
Ain't no jammin', bitch, yeah, this 50 Glock is what I tuck
You can't hang with me, lil'

Big body park it in the driveway
Smoking on some runts by the fireplace
Nowadays can't listen to what God say
I'm too busy turning up to Yahweh

the man
You a bitch
Fuck around
Get him hit
What you want
I don’t care
Stick around
Look around
We the best
Yuh
Oh you a mothafuckin saint right
You been

life, from my eyes, tell me what it feel like
Gotta stay going when i'm breathing
Fighting with my demons, but the green light is my meaning
It is so

So in essence you're asking for
What I'm incapable of
So now I find I'm going over
Choices I ain't even made yet
Were we clouded by good times or great

cares
He's there but when the rainfalls you're never prepared
You're the one that questions when the blessings seem scarce
Hears your complaints and cries

know what's the move
Cause in my eyes you beautiful
And this shit is crazy
Yeah you my girlfriend you mine, all mine bae
All mine
Shit is crazy, yeah