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testing her
Now these bitches wonder why I don’t go by Jessica 
Always been jet ray
Ain’t talking Ben 10
If you think you know me 
You gone have to guess

from my mother's side

I trouble they pride, and like a album
My story got a couple sides, my garage need a couple rides
I keep flowin' so buttery fried,

[verse 1]
Excuse you, I don't live by excuses/
Once I decide to do some shit I fuckin do it/
Wonder how I arrive high, still improving/
Why lie?

stop acting like you 'bout sum
Try me, and we know the outcome
Diss me your hoe blast my album
She pop an X like she's Malcolm
Tell her, get it shawty,

so I can see the design

Blind side by the woes, not one to die at the blows 
Hit the weed and I solve them, then organize them in rows
Think I got

when I drop projects
They tails is tucked
The album is on the speakers of bitches I used to fuck
Now I'm getting threatened by niggas I used to trust
My

artist coming out this summer
The realest out of all four of them on the album cover

Probably think that you're not, why would I say it for
I know you

A puppet show, the strings in sight
A charade played out every night
Their promises like castles in the sand
Washed away by the tide, at the ruling

world is full of lies
Need to figure out who I am first
Before I the missiles fly high
Berlin dated 50 guys
And I still wondering why
I will do It for

And I'll let y'all win, the debt is sealed
'Til I come back with a track as big, all you can gather is

I don't die (What?)
(Doesn't matter how hard you try)

these lazy frowns
Maybe S P Y will be a household noun
And my debut album I'll be hell of proud
And I'll perform in front of a sold out crowd
I'll be so

or a light skin diva
Love maryjane but it gotta be sativas
You don’t like me I don’t like you either
Why my Yeezys cost more than your features
Wait your turn

the only one who couldn't read the room

After the movie we went and kicked it sparked doobies
That I had purchased for us
And I couldn't read your bluff

here

All black dingaling, yes I let my nuts swing
Life's got a downside but
I'm on the upswing
Why am I so cocksure, I'm not sure
When u hear that ding

cookin' on the stove
In that pot, my album, I been in the studio
And they keep on askin' why his fuckin' flow so cold, I don't know
Come on, yeah, all I do

shatter the glass
Itching to stitch up the rat in the pack
I do it for the game not a pat on the back
Got a sitcom album cause we laugh at your tracks
You

a reason but most of y'all blow
And be gone by the end of the season

If your life's a movie then it must be boring cause we saw it twice
I push myself

to demonstrate
Mental penatrate come on your mind impregnate
Call these niggas hoes because the ministrate 
The album sounding epic like the deluxe edition
I just

When they ask me how I'm doing I'm fine
I been smoking pine I'm always on my grind
When my album drop
Nigga in due time
I'll make you press rewind

That is not your Benz Dawg
Bitch that's your uncle's car
Flexing on these niggaz but we know Where you is from
I wanna buy a car so I hope my grind

More worried bout they complexion, than where they lay and be rested
If you ain't fuckin with me why are talking there's no discussion
Forgot that i was

the album, welcome
To a new star in your eardrum
Ding dong, ditch all of that sing song
My girl ditching all but her thong
Cup pong, cause she keeps these

to your door
Come in yo house and fuck up yo décor
I'll act an ass all up on your porch
I'm on that shit like, pass me the torch
Sorry my nigga I just want

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Endless Chain of Lies
from Lightness of Being by Reonda

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