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Like free two glocks
Koby hop out with Smitty
No jay gon face him with a drac'
Banana clip inside the K and bang this bitch in broad day
Niggas

See I'm raised up by a nigga that's gone broad day a youngin'
And then shoot up outta town
With his saved up money
I swear that all this niggas cappin'

not leaving my mind
I can't focus all day
From morning to night
I want you for safes
I want you on locks
And I want you my bae
Am not feeling the same

they hating now you understand
Bitch I'm the man
If they hating now you understand
Bitch I'm the man
If they hating now you understand
Keep a nine by my

them favours
By watching them, when they've been setup on TV for us to mock them
We should stop them, the rich and powerful out yachting and island

chuggin' caffeine every day
Will I go out in a firework or slowly fade away?
I ain't worried ‘bout  it
cin't got no hurry ‘bout it
Life sucks and the feeling

which way
Dominating like Doc J.
Pass me the rock, I know just what to do with it
It's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane
Three hundred and sixty

they aren't even working? (1 Timothy 5:17)
Why has the church become non-essential?--people are dying!
Why are those who preached the importance

bro
Stop puttin' that shit on Pete
We don't share locations
She just tell me where to meet

We just FOX 5 niggas
Leave 'em in the street
Ayy, I can't

they get popped
My young bitch don't do none but pop it
I don't give a damn bitch come with that top
100 days straight I been staying down
Chasing this

Christmas Countdown

Frank Kelly

Christmas Countdown

1996

Day Five
Nuala, 
Your generosity knows no bounds 
Five gold rings! When the parcel arrived I was scared stiff that it might be more birds, because

Got the Scotty gushers From a Cali hustler
Balling like uncle drew But not my daddy brother
Might block ya out my DM If you ask for numbers
Went 5

Every day another dollar but with every dollar comes a problem
You best to believe that when you ball it's a nigga scoutin'
They interview your pocket end

twenty five minutes slipping socks off of ankles
Oh, the sensories that exist in the tip of each fingernail!

So call up my creator, tell her the books

people leave don't know the way
Never knew if I would live to see another day
I don't miss who I was I never wanna be the same
Workin' 8 to 5 but that

hundred round drum on that bitch
You can't run now i don't shoot from a
Car, finna party, bitch, i hop out
(Baw, baw)
Spin five times, one day, made 'em pop

above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your

the same
Got one in the chain
Make one false move, put one in your brain
I am one boss dude, got hundreds to claim
Money ain’t a thing bitch, but in this

I am the tin man

For a hundred years he rested here
Rusted shut and so dormant
In a little lost corner where no one strolls
In the soul of this

I seen it before uh yeah
Hundred grand jin uh
Check it check it check it out
Imma take y'all back on this journey real quick uh
Take ya'll back

my commas really high, (yea)
100, 200, 300 milly, I’m not stoppin' til I reach motherfuckin’ billy, woah
Yea, workin' towards the goal, (yea)
I’m tryna

there soon
Hey

If you made it this far, then you just finished
Blossoming from Bitterness, the EP created by myself, JManTis
Thank you
I appreciate you

your receipt, fuck sweet and far from it, 

which one of y'all want it? 

Hundered shop by the hundred, y'all cats will never want it 

Gun it,

I remember it was back in the days up at my granny house
Seven years old always chilling up on my granny couch
Family dysfunction at an all time high