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I'm lying here in hospice
Eaten up by cancer

I'm at stage four
I'm about to be killed 
Can't see anything more

My body fully tattooed
Now

She said rain on me, I said gladly Drop your addy, I be by Malone anyway
Let's get jazzy, exactly I'm a dog like Scooby, but the man like Shaggy
I

Lombardi Trophy Back to Lambeau field Yeah!
Bart star!
One of the greatest by far
To ever play it before
Cause back then quarterbacks
Really went to war

Glocks I Pump On Em.
Livin Life Like A Ram,
I Can Buck On Em.
Im In Mash Mood,
Get Money Over Load.
Now Im Feelin Im The Black Johnny Brasco.
I Keep

to excell and exceed 
By the end youll be sold but please let me proceed 

Started off in John Pearl just a lil youngin 
Headed off to OBMS im sproutin like

Ghostwriters casper
Got no one to blame
Actin like an amateur
Figure where to aim
Smokin' while I'm writin' but i light it no lighter
Light it with

I'm startin' to think everybody around me, they just temporary
They tend to leave when shit get real, it's only me, nobody else
I was caught up in

Sorry for the wait
Got a project baking
I think this thing is on the way
By the way I'm ovulating 
No plan B can stop this baby
Broke with a nest egg

This is history I promised you
See it ain't shit that we gotta lose
This is victory part two
My life's a movie, no John Hughes
Too slight, what's

Capone how i blow up
Know what? (oh what?)
I don't even know bruh
Askin' for my autograph to sell it for the bonus
Told ya John Becker
I ain't need no

Dbum dbum dbum soft ass got trucked by Ry
Max is so gay
Aye we fuck for free

How you get exposed playing never have I ever
Got my first kiss in

BRIDGE                                                                                                          
I ain’t no city slicker, No sheltered urbanite
I live down by the border , I love the outdoor life
 
Just because I ride a bike, Don’t mean I can’t

Lost Hawks

Andre Nickatina

The Gift [Original]

me

I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' Hoes dot com
The mo' god'Khan in a new Sean John
Lost in my lusty ways
You see my face in a magazine and can't turn

his dicky
Cliffy can't get stiffies, he has no balls
A Hussy and a wussy, cause Hussy gets all the pussy
Hussy, pussy
They get scared when I pull my

in
When my clock stopped
You on paperwork
You no good
We are not cops
One click he move foul
Thats a drop box
Brooklyn
Time to re-up now
I did it for

make a killing dealing wheeling green and white
I'm the realest in the hood and my hood they can't deny
I'm no killers in the hood  but them killers is

they dissing, had no pot to piss in
I soar in a rover with black tints and black rims, drip out my body in Louboutin Christian, like
I'm setting the big

my mama's abusive
Baby mama's abusive
Now my girlfriend's abusive 
Gon and rub it in
Man this shit
Is like Eucerin 
I don't even
Cry no mo'
I get used

Ghostwriters casper
Got no one to blame
Actin like an amateur
Figure where to aim
Smokin' while im writin' but i light it no lighter
Light it with

Feds did a sweep it ain’t no opposition 



Life is cold but we still find a way to get commission



Your vvs shining by the way your body is

hit a wall
Keep going cant em win all
I'm a get involved
Medi the executor bout to carry out and will them all
Spark the heat like a pilot light
Was

no fuck about no rappers, they can all get robbed
This shit is easy like Culpepper throwin' Moss a lob

I doubled down and took every risk, I

 
I’ve got to find a way
To get back on my feet
I’ve got to lift myself back up
Find someway to succeed
I love my wife and family
I just can’t let

No almighty to save us
Don't call it a drive-by
When I pass by
You'll be begging me
Lyrically
For mercy please
Down on your hands and knees
Don't pray