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on a battlefield with no bulletproof vest
Then get shot in the head finna take it
So hard headed you're never gonna break it
Cause ima Aries so its all up in my

amusing
I ain't talking when I'm making moves
And here you are trying to abuse it
Pull me out the groove
I'm just trying to make the music
Go ahead and read

Now indeed all I need is a drill and saw
While the clock go tick tick
I just sit with the thoughts of a misfit
Talking explicit
Aint gon stop dont

I be in my head so much that I ain't sleeping right
Couple bitches that left I wish em best cause I ain't treat em right
My niggas living in they

about me too
Baby be throwing that ass, I like to watch how she move
I just be doing my thing, two bitches laid by the pool
I had to check on the bro, we

to go through it
I put my pain all inside of the music
Really if you say you love me then prove it
Shorty I miss you, I'm sorry I screwed it
I got some

Dunked my head in the gutter
I'm not much of a hugger
But the rats down there seem nice
Threw a paper plane down your way
Oh shit, I thought you were

this music
Lost myself in the bass sound it's my round to get the booze in
 Burst, my domes blurred
I'm so turnt, I won't learn
She been talking to me

just don't text back
I get stuck in my own head
Looking way too far into it
Like the hell she mean by that
We so insecure
We been burned before
We can't

is about long term gain
The lost tribe subtract the slave masters name
He said he rolling grams
But I know the difference
He claim he talking bands
But

dealing with it often
I hate doing the talking
I let my demons walk in
I'm just tryna ignore my problems
But, they rolling the hill like a snowball effect

remember that night
When my head was just throbbing

Drunk a half pint a syrup
Felt like i kept falling

Not talking red face
but these niggas to jolly

Go

2 years ago you almost thought I wouldn't last
And now I'm 2 years ahead I'm floating all over they heads

Listen here, Mind is sober
Always got my

And I got some wraps

If we talking bout gas
Then I'm smoking on a hater
When I'm on a elevator
Looking at a piece of paper
Saying no smoke zone
Like I

Story Mixtape
Set the record straight I ain't a fucking joke
This is my soul in this music, bitch, this is Swamp G
Take him down
How the fuck you gonna

this rapping
But trust I ain't talking bout gifts
But I'm gifted
Know the bros down to earth if you messing with them
Then your soul getting lifted
How I

on me like transgenders with there birth sex 
Yea I'm making this
Broad its complex my apartment 
So I threw your shit by the garbage next to the
Garlic

or principals know it's deeper than music
I'm on that time just know I'll line you yea
I'm with my slimes I'm with my lines too yea
Stand in the cold you know

weave
Hoes they mad at we

By we I mean the demons in my head
Don't touch my man and that's what she said
So you know Black Vuur was inbetween legs
She

YOU WERE THE ONE 
YOU WERE THE ONE THAT I LOST 
YOU WERE THE ONE THAT I LEFT 
YOU WERE THE BEST 
YOU WERE THE GUN TO MY HEAD 
YOU WERE THE PAIN IN MY

(Yeah)
All my tracks not made gently
All my bars are bullets they just smoke you like a tree (Bra)
Drown you in my flow you'll see
Driven by my talent so

the tall kid just swept his leg then his head hit the concrete and the ambulance came.. 
Shhh don’t talk about it you been sayin too many things, stop

To you and me
They're just the cleavage
Trynna get
All in between us
We just butt heads not talking Beavus
Of course I'll act cordial
That's just

a nigga dead on arrival
Right hand on the Bible if a Nigga try me imma have him singing like music recitals
See lately I been on some other shit
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