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AT HEART

Opps finna get killed on spawn, ima steal they care package
Can't catch me I'm ahead by light years, ion carry no baggage
Ima take a Comet Chaufer

stand for 
I guess I'm loyal to something 
Guess Proud of the man I'm becoming 

Lifted the most high that gold guy 
Sitting in pews sipping that red wine

the bottom to head top
We don't click, bitch I ain't no desktop
Green on the beam but the scope got a red dot
.40 Pop, it's a opp, make his head rock
Please

polluted by the world

We are the resistance
I'm with that tribe of Christians
Trynna tell anyone who's listening
That's ignorance, it's not our religion

on the plate
Put ya soul in a crate
Red hat say "Make America Great"
Black people still ain't seen mule or ac

And I can't even vibe with your cancerous lies

outside, they might feel like Dr. Phil
And got the upper hand don't need a hand
Yeah, MacBook full of jams, never in a jam
And I train hard for it all, so I

dawg
It's way too quiet I think it's my fault
Up in that plane I'm feeling high, but I'm trying to get drunk
And that's why, bitch, I been sipping red

her break the shit down and put the leaf in the wrap
Why would I play by your rules
When I could do what I want
You scared of taking the risk well imma

on the radio you see why
Notorious like BI, got more guns than TI
Somebody need a bird, say the word and I'll be by
Champion like Eli, soldier like a GI
Only

off his shine
Fifty racks to be a boxer in his bar brawls
Opponents got punch drunk flimsy doing the bar crawl
He chose baseball playing in the major

Nah
My uncle still geekin' off the rum
He still drunk 
He still reekin' through his pores
Took a bad pill, he still geekin' by the store
The devil still

niggas in my way get back
Mi seh from Jamaica me come 
Tell dem nuh fi play wid me so
Have you leaking by the liters
Dutty bwoy come mek mi teach you
This

the greatest, nigga

You a bitch, I'm judgin' by your Rollie size (36)
Pop, pop to your brain, yeah, it's Coney time
Flint nigga, stuffin' hoes with packs

out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty

and they mad
Cause they figured it is bed time
Giving me a headache like I'm sipping on some red wine
Gotta kill bars, cause I feel I got a deadline
Get it,

drunk
Rob these nuts, help me bust
Got dressed when we was done
She like, damn, what's the rush
I be fuckin' hoes for fun
You a fuck & fall in love
You be

on fresh
And headed into town so it could paint the city red
The pub was poppin’. The club was louder
Forgot his wallet so he snuck by the bouncer
The subs

want these shackles free
My hands up officer
What more could you want from me?
Clear you just see red
Judgement clouded by jealousy
I'm tired of fucking

Old... Old... Old Thang Back
O... OTB
By middle school, I was spitting more lyrical
Realizing how the game was becoming more pitiful
Snap rapping wasn't De

and the red, huh

Everything changing the moment I walk in
They be like they be not talking
I am a hero, got no need for caution
Bakugo, sweat from my body
But

friends to
They wanna a train ran on em when they get loose

Fuck it's the weekend
Time for a bender
Brain so fried like Futurama

I'm stuck in the deep end

Saving up for some retro’s
Every week cop a metro
Had to fed the fishes
In the tank we went to petco
Red varsity jacket i had
It was ecko
Had to change my

on my team, she might as well rip it out of my seam
She off that red ciroc and that tron
She ain't going home with you when you leave
I give her all

of dova
The battle is the lord's stitchie is no push ova
Yuh drunk, yuh have hang ova

Bang, bang 
Yuh nuh see say dat me ting nuh normal
Yuh nuh see say