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of a New York track, queen of the screen
Thirty-five mil', she's gotta be a queen in L.A.
And he's king of the hill
Bollywood love story, straight out

Moviedrome

Arena

Immortal?

ever meant to be? 

I'm sitting on the floor with the book in my hand 
Dreaming of the world in a way that only children can 
And I listen for

check, I'ma dig that (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Opps out, shoot up the block with a four (grrah-grrah)
Babai strip from the top to your toes
Bend down we

からそのまままげとるぜマイク
My lyrics like 俳句 危ない風吹かせる live!
Check the 4人のヴァイブス!
My slangual words
Commin' out of my lyrycist bible
サイコなラッパー二人×シンガー
With the プログラマー

からそのまままげとるぜマイク
My lyrics like 俳句 危ない風吹かせる live!
Check the 4人のヴァイブス!
My slangual words
Commin' out of my lyrycist bible
サイコなラッパー二人×シンガー
With the プログラマー

heart

When you say hello in the morning
I'll be drinking with my friends at the bar
Where I want to take you out
The list's getting piled up like my

I’m hardly surprised
In a world, next to losing your mind
Every day you gone, you’re harder to find
Every day you live you’re dying inside
I’ll give my

to the stairs
When you took my hand to lead us through the herd
And we laid side by side as the daylight died
Over Washington Square Park
The kind of calm that

taken over
Wishin' upon a four leaf clover
Palm the hand cuz you servant
In case you ain't know, taken over
Yeah I skrrt skrrt skrrt
Cuz you know we skrrt

innocent victims please
The system arrest them police
Throw my hands up freeze
Tell the prosecutor recommend life
Suffer consequences when you take life

the wrong hands
Snort a lil bit of xans
Bitches always say they fans
Yeah Brought too many back
Wit the goons by my side and I tell em all attack
Tell em pop

Her heartbroken by the riviera
Mascara running trying 2 fix her makeup in the mini mirror
They'll throw u  2 the lions trust me they don't wanna save

you're long gone
That four years have gone by
And I'm still holding dust in my hand

found

But you see we belong to the
Far and near and by now
Coming out of war
Letting go of arms
Listen to the sound of our hearts

The brightest one

to blow your fucking chest out now plan the moves
Hand the uz man or food UH! you choose the plate
Me I rather pick the steel up and fucking eat the steak

on vacation 
Alcohol for hydration 
Flags everywhere everybody hands in the air
Off the wall and out your chair
Hot like a solar flare sweat in your hair
Dance

„Your future, your future, I will tell to you 
 Your future, you often have asked me 
 Your true love will die by your own right hand 
 And Crazy Man

fuckin' this bitch on the road

Said she gon' cuff me, tell that bitch no
Pick up the Glock, she want meat at the stove
Get that shit out my head, bitch,

She keeps a plan in her head
She owns a six-function knife
She keeps a gun by her bed, yeah
She takes it out when she's bored with life

And I want

One's gone out to seek his wages
One's off to college with the sages
Four left competin' for the center
There's room, I figure, by this winter for
Just

chaotic
Memories aren't clear
Replays of the violence
Almost like it's watching him now
He's been broken, hurt, and to make it worse
Only three out of four

I must reveal
The rappers that feel they special the reason I feel neglectful not everyone from the ville
But then again on the other hand
Whose

my hand
Til you say you're all that i have
And i hear you and i know, ya
Woah woah woah woah!

So they picked up and they went home
This neighbourhood

on that ass 
Candles for ya service we go hit again 
Sparks like the 4th we pay tribute when the ops fall,
Guns out like a active shooter 
Fuck the act we