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written by Tarantino
I'm blowing up the music and the movie scene like I'm Childish Gambino
Carhartt jacket weighing heavy on my shoulders
Fuck the weight

Black Friday

Stray from the Path

Anonymous

2013

of gold
They're fresh out
They were free with self control

It goes, it goes
One for the money
Two for the money
Forget about the Third world
They

holding hostages
With atomic bombs i come from a long line
Of this kind of people you see
I represent a third generation of evil
It courses through my blood

never falling
Never said that I'm flawless
Still calling unto the Lord
Trynna figure out what's my calling
I take it in by the moment
Think I know where

it 
And I trace it back through Lineage 
The third eye of Thoth 
The Amen raw the dealer 
Protecting it through darkness 
Nothing short of resilience

body and stopped hating myself
The world is evil to its core
When you feel down you feel it even more
It's hard to image it was even harder for

still need that check on the first and the third
I be quiet as shit she be calling me ferb
They don't know nothing else but go sit on that curb
They be

to Third all y'all know that I got the clout
In the kitchen we about to bout
Watch the judges shout
They will enter the dragon from the taste in their mouth

everything you own ain't everything you are
This is the third trip in the back of your car filled with memories flashing by like liquid sky
Like electric

see the ice
Count it right
Yeah you see me nigga
Know I got it right
Hold my face
Know it's pretty boy
I should sign by Nike

Hold your face
Hold your

mean grey hair
In the streets don't blink, you might face death
You might die by a Drake, better Take Care
Nigga playing with mine I'ma go back to jail
I

on if he says that he’s gay
Or about what’s in schools
Or about what’s in food
Or we can take it even deeper talk about what’s in you
I see a whole world

boy, third degree
Who is he? Niggas must be stupid. You ain't heard of me
Google me while I'm writing these mc's eulogies
I walk inside the building,

I'm seeing these days, my days
The world is such a treacherous place
Dior print subtle on the front of my shades

And I'm hoping next time that the pack

encourage you follow your callin'

What you wanna be an artist for?
Don't you know artists sleep on the hardest floors
And get slammed in the face by

fill the first time
Oh I get it, trying to charm us with a third time
But Shangri-La awaited by that water tower
Cycle Power tripping on this course for

Ghetto Celebrity

Ces Cru

Catastrophic Event Specialists

2017

him
Y'all are ass backwards like if you can't join 'em then beat 'em

See me finger fuck the world while you fuckers fighting for freedom
They be

feelings cause I just lost a sibling( Money Dart)
Got me on my third lap death tried to visit, had to swerve that
Lord, I'm on my mission, I deserve that

to y'all,
Sippin wockiana you can tell just by how I walk
Never strap up, just be in that bitch going raw
Asking if I'm up, that's like asking if the winter

spiffy now
These bitches sniff me out
Write myself a check for fifty thou
No one can stiff me now
The world you know is kinda tricky but I don't have any

it for the money like I am Joker
They tried to get me out the deck
But I bounce back like a jump roper
I'm making threes and by that I mean pointers

right now she Trynna have my baby
Anyway bitch This my third day shopping i been spazzing out
Money rolling in so it's no worries i won't see a drought

Here comes the original nerd, ripping the first verse
Proud to be a part of and repping the third world
Never you heard worse, when I get

the Boogieman
I open my third cause
We living in hell i search for this
Hiden truth like they digging my gold
This world is build on lies
I search for peace and I