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it seems
So I keep to myself and by any means
Heavy beats when I'm spitting is my remedy
4T7 I'm a treat for the Middle East
Baby come and strike

a nigga, but with a mic, I’m a god killer
No hard feelings…motherfuck the law – cops
Killing niggas off, then call us all some cop killers
Rich telling

switch it up
My kasana in my hood
Where I live it up
Till I get enough
Forever getting these dirty to keep getting by
Phela asifani
Ukhule ityma kwenzela

till 7
No asking about ex's
Inside those four white walls I found my version of heaven

Yea yea
Rose pedal path to the bath
Heating up fast can't see

them
Abundance aligned with the stars above
Made me who I am, astrological misconceptions
Can't make me give in
I've been drug down by the waves too long

I kneel by the steam
My cuts and abrasions I clean
I peer at reflection in water
And reflect on what I gleaned
With a gleam, in my smile, as I bleed

so Imperfect, and I’m fine with that
I know these days I’m not defined, by ratings, dictionaries or stats
Since my character can never be determined by

I ain't had nobody to blame
My way with words, that shit really superb
I can have a nigga tripping out by speaking a verb
My friends picking sides, I

I was born with an old soul
So when I hear what you bump it sounds so so
I remember Fat Joe with the Fo Fo
Went way harder than you
Hoes spittin' old

Two-Tone Shoes
I'm cuttin' heads, I'm bound to pay my dues
The Troubadours of Nothing Left to Lose
Is the club where I belong.
Send me no roses, you can send

on autopilot
Got the stick ya chick can ride it she don't even need no license
I get hungry i might bite it, just Henny no wine and dining
I been working seven

good natured
Not easily angered like my brother
Who has strangely gone missing
For what seems like the second time
I was eating cookies and milk
Now I'm

season
Summer time fine and i got the girls cheesing
They ain't believe it now i got em all believing
I been working hard got no time for sleeping
Came

my list, no family ties
Work, go home, shut the door, jump in the four by four
Breeze off in the night sky, come back when it's light time
Back again

(Chipotle)
You look like a holey moley (holey moley)
Gotta pray for better days
Bitches weak like seven days
Maxi chopper, not no clippers
Line them up

had to go to war
Six years old, learned to braid in prison cause moms couldn't stand to be alone
I was seven when I realized I was different from

on my herse
Remember when seven died
That boy got murked
They kill us like pesticide
Wait till the rest of us die and come back bezerk
They
Mad that im

certified by the ogs hoes coming over in heels
Rick James shit fuck yo couch nigga
Hoe open up your blouse show me them titties
My city hold the torch ms

soon
Breaking my wrist for the cheddar
24/7 gotta go and get it
Cut ties with the ones that pretended
Fix your faces looking salty we winning
Make sure

Sell the game, he a opp
If she slop, give me top
I'm on top
He on top, no he not
Shit, he did, we been did
It's Big Ten, yeah, Big Ten
Throw up sevens

for my faith man I'm not afraid
Even in the fire with no escape, I will lift his name
Cause the only way to shake my faith
Is when I'm in the grave

There was no way for me to come out with a win
Drunk texts to me wishin' I was holding you
Fun sex too, we together, folding you
New dick, real quick,

the lesson and she keep teaching till class adjourned 
If we were made in his image than call us by our name 
Mine is Malachi Devough but you can call me

I already know thatI been that n****
You can tell by the way that I stepped on the map 
I already know, he bitch And that why I’m gone stick 
And I