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call yerself a second mate,
An' cannot tie a bowline;
You cannot even stand up straight
When the packet she's a rollin'.
Collected, I believe, by A. L.

flow is so emmaculate
I'm passin' 'em and dashin' it
I'm showin' all my eXes why they wanna see me siX feet
Ain't nobody here in my league
Mayweather up

for me or my funds
I guess in time we'll see
I stay reading between the lines
Stay lurking, usually find
Snakes creeping up behind
But that's fine by me

ankles
Hold the bob wire not tryna to get tangled
Crested up never did like them wrinkles
First car June bug I'ma need them sprinkles
Throwing rocks,

front of my name on IG  
Why? cause I call my own shots 
I don't need no lip 
I don't listen, do it by myself 
Going straight to the top 
I tell all of my

can't roll, I'll demonstrate
I'm impatient man, I cannot wait
For the record, had to set it straight
Let it burn so smooth
Stuck man I can't move
If It's,

pen
Painting poetry in blank ink
I'm like Bob Ross in the backseat
My wrist feels just like an ice rink
I'm not even cuban but I'll still link up
Wait,

leave

We be smoking up in the place, ain't got a blunt with me
Roll with straight shooters so we keep it buck fifty 
Killing hella shows, my shit better

called up
When I got the money
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
When that check popped
Took it straight to Barley’s
We flew to Vegas,
We got lit in Vegas,
Took

shit
But a meal on my plate 
Up for some days 
Just to make it okay
Feeling jaded off
Something I can't really say 
Pain in my thoughts 
Gotta get it off

I get propositioned by the ladies, you'd think that it was Sadies
My music came up to quick I got the Bends no Mercedes
Hot as hades, shittin on em

to fucked up, to set a hit, hence two whole year don't remember shit.
No comprehension, don't need to mention,
Why you all still Bob your head.
I never duck,

Asses by Bukowski and i am laughing for three weeks straight
Someone asked Debussy how he composes
He said
I take all the sounds that exists leave out

Players in da Atmosphere

Lil Wyte

Doubt Me Now

2003

be the fact that I'm Wyte or I fucked off with the three
Watch the pudding hit the flow up and down the pudding go
All around the room there's

Most of the Time

Lloyd Cole

Like Lovers Do [EP]

1995

don't pretend
And I don't even care
If I ever see her again
Most of the time

Written by bob dylan

Gang shit

Eastside
Westside
South side
North side

Stone Mountain
Stand up
Stand up

Where you from

Born by the rock
Bitch come lookin
Get the hook

every song
You cannot be staying up till 4 every morning
You cannot be living in the moment
You cannot be really on your grind
Leaving every nonbeliever

a rapper dont mean I won't up this gun on you
Have you ever had somebody change on you
They know that you up and they ass down they wanna stick by you
Boy I

Hollon, bitch, we finna switch it up
Sleep wit one eye open like you Fetty Wap
Two thots side by side gangy finna swap
Turn them foam runners to some flip

a case
So the pills, I cascaded, down the hatch, evaporated
It ain't to be sedated, way I see it, elevated
I slide by on the shoulder, to the right side

coulda kept it
Pop up on some real smooth shit to leave a message
This lil bitch ain't doing it, so I left it
Bob the builder
Rob the wielder
I just healed

used that shit to keep my mind straight
Streetlights would come on and I'd get yelled at by my padre
Tell me I should come in if it's dark if that's what

deep inhalings get fucked up like the mobb
I only smoke no drinking like the bob
No hypocrites if you follow but you don't like you gettin' blocked in

the evil

Feel like a teen still, I need a refill 
cddicted to the music, go and pop another beats pill
Fuck a deal, less it's TDE or Dreamville
Puttin up