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Don't take the following words as reverence for tradition
I've learned to pick my battles by losing most I've fought
The more mores subverted,

pass by still smoking
Four deep four blunts in motion
Two cups one pill um rolling
Blunt five blunt six still blowing
Dats thug my bruddha from the mud

fighting
Plug pulled up when I ran out of wok
Call that good timing
Placed a hit on Friday he was dead by Saturday
Spiderman ain't here to save you
Imma rob

Know these problems I got temporary 


Need that shit to look like cemetery 



Dead as hell 

My solution well 

I got plenty buried 


Young

It's a long night
It's a long drive home
We ride in silence - together, alone
The scenery, the cemeteries
Everything different about you and me
It's

up
Doc, you good my n***a
Yea
Don't even trip
Just lay back & drink that
Ight bet
Yea, yea, yea
Hello
Uh
Yea
Uh
Tip toed through the valley

the love gliding in white light
Searing each fingertip with you by my side
But now you're powered down and put away
A decade in the basket beneath the blade

the cars to crash
And beat me into
Into little bits

I walked through the cemetery
And found your grave
And by your name I left
My eighteen years of regret

But tonight girl it's just you and me
In this ghost town
Hey, meet me at the cemetery
By the headstone of my grand daddy
Ain't it, quite a view
This is

Yo, I go by the name of Fadah man. I'm an artist from Chicago
And if you don't know shit about me, you should know that I'm a

Made nigga
Spade nigga

to find
I've committed the perfect rhyme

Let's play a game, a game
I call it Guess the Human!
This one's consumed by petty feuding and
Now his world

Musical disc sound play
Man say, name fi matter who you are
Play by di hit bound sound
You fi gather 'round (Murder)
This cold-cold world ain’t gonna

a really good question
People say they love for me is real but its really fiction

Fraudulent individuals we're surrounded by these cowards
If something

to perception
Fuck bout a hobby, baby, don't you see the progression

I'm only embodied by a vibe and maybe a message
I'm mortified, really, I see em walkin' like

shook out of control
I here it’s temporary
Good
Cause I’m about to search the cemetery
Ghost hunting for another adversary
Still all I do is
Follow every

flowers on the graves
Of the private cemetary in my mind
And how could I die with a smile on my face
When my headstone was made by an indian child

My

I'm on killing spree now
Ima let em all die
Took you all by surprise
Yeah Ima abouta thrive
Ranking up cases like Covid
Call this a homicide
Last

we be punching blow by blow
Cut your feet fingers what were you thinking going toe to toe with the beast

After i rap, all that's left is the carnage

before
My father never said much
I was a quiet kid
I never went in for the things
That the other boys did
I would have been a good father
But I could never

on you doing time by yourself n*gga
Cause she damn sure out fucking on the next n*gga
Looking at your max sentence and you stressed n*gga
You seen some

sevens
 Superstitious making wishes on 1111 psychedelic on the phone 
Fortune-telling reading palms 
By the looks of what I’m seeing your feinin to get it

a coffin
My lyrics hitting harder than a black band marching
And it goes on and on like Ms Badu
I hope one day music shit is certified by you
Just put your

I went down to that old cemetery late last night to find your grave  
Though I hadn't visited for years I stumbled to exactly where you lay
Even

and haunted 
By terrorist thoughts of harming peers irregardless of  consequences

But now I'm presently obsessively driven to prove that fact is fiction