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Cause Ima keep it all the way one hundred,
This music shit, I don't love it
It's the money that keep me going,
So while I'm bossing up, you continue

the demons creeping and the devil lurking, I hear the screaming of an angel's burden/
Want to rearrange it but streets are tainted, by blood of vandals while

with you im cleaning the ship
Get on my wave cause i love how you surfing 
If it works for me baby its working

Shit might get slippery have her slip

i got
Money on my mind, get the cutty then I grind 
If a dummy try to slide, ima show em what’s the vibe

Tarrratata! Dat be da sound of da gloc, i

something you wanna see
Then I'm coppin feels
I’m All on ya neck
Get your spine
Catching chills
Don’t go fallin in love
Got ya head by your heels
We don't

you with smiles. They will befriend you for holding them down. But when you ain’t spending – nowhere to be found. Pretending they liking your sound. You

gluten free. Peace & love sounds good t’ me
Who do you think you are, Elephant boy?
Preaching to the choir, you bitch to the sky
You claim you’re a victim

no team joint efforts, I know that this y’all fear
Imma be here for a minute, y’all 15 is up
Couldn’t defeat me by they self, so now they teaming up

It's like 2 in the morning
TV on but I ain't really watching it though
I just don't wanna feel like I'm by myself
Cus then I'll start thinking 

We

do this for the love and never for the penny 
I started from the jump and I’ve left many many 
Small wild world mehn I’ve learnt many lesson 
Took me

thru, pull out
Let’s make #TACOPxRN

This film no longer got-ta-bee, directed by your recipe
That’s limited, can’t benefit, now I’m reborn (oh yes agree)

Fell in love with lies
Everything not what it seem
Hips looking right in them Fashionnova Jeans
Spending bags every week,
Now my favorite sound kaching!

Now I'm over here, got nothing left to say, time to waste

Now, I just been found again

I'd love you around

Don't know you were down again

Go

holding me down 
Make up and lipo 
cll I see is some curvy clowns 
I'm curving without a sound 
Still serving it by the pound 
Say a word then say less 
I

reckless) this ride ain't no lil marathon
there's a life up in that back seat that's for more than racks that weigh a ton
spend time with your love ones later

fear deaf I just deliver the sound
Let them add their two pence u can flip it to a pound
Value is real, I analyse deals
A label don't mean it's better

bitch sound like blam
Slaughtering niggas, like lambs Finna spark this wood, need a couple of amps
Only one nigga survived his chop, but he got a limp
Got

Finding my sound
Like it's hide and go seek
Dreams and nightmares
Call me lil Meek
Take the baton as long
As they pass it
My birth-rite is ancient

it moving forward force drive like a spark plug
Start-up destination high as fuck
Getting there by any means I swear this guy could fly a bus
I keep

of the questions are so trash
And while we're on that, let me ask, what the F are these raps?
Hear me out
The features sound like a bad bar joke
No moral

Don't mind my methods
I'm good on my own
I'm finding my sound
And I'll make it my own
I still stay in the zone
Try to reach for the throne
Yet I still

astroids / 9 out of 10 times minding my own lines writing rhymes on my off time confined to a time line when it deepens we seeking the shine by design...

dig back in
cnd now everybody actin like they do it for the love and they do it for the passion
I just sit back laughing
My DMs full of motherfuckers

Maybe I'm not ready
I'm pretty much unsteady
But I want you in my life
Today and tomorrow
I know it sounds so crazy
It's like I keep forgetting
That I can