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a villain
Did so much shit for the gang
Raised all my stats by a billion
I still got powers, hidden
Woke up today, like what the fuck my fit on?
Feel like

Thought you saw something by the side of the road
Mist rolling in from the coast
A clue or a message written in stone
Some kind of signpost?
Wind

on pristine carpets
Look so lovely by the moon
Every splash of crimson
Now seems black
As it drips away from the blade
The intricacies of the knots
Prove

the police lights
Got a half of a flask of whiskey
Right here by my side
How many miles till I'm empty
How much wrong have I done
How many miles till you miss

The red and the blue, the sun and the moon
The yin and the yang, all one and the same
Tranquil and manic go hand-in-hand
War and peace go

Kush by the oz, bitch u don't know me
Do dirt by my lonely I face no trials wit no CO'ds
I don't fuck wit rats or the snakes better yet police
I be

check lil dude
Get out my way or get moved
Lil nigga no im not in the mood
Ricky ya back Lonzo Ball
Shoot by the two's
If its beef shoot a cow to the moon

The town woke up confused as hell
By all the shit graffiti
It smelled like ripe ass
The diner's window was covered
Some shit was found behind an RV
Police

these people albums I'm a charity too
I produce my own beats
I write by myself  'cause I'm a lyrical G
Record my own vids
Make a whole doc
Do my own media

Going outside dancing by the light of the moon

cold
Dear rappers, can you help me?
I'll even take a selfie with
Your album that I bought
I got every single CD that
You ever fuckin' dropped
I spent

Order to rob
The Bank of Hanoi
Wrongly convicted
By their superiors
Soldiers of fortune
For the repressed and the wrong
Impossible odds
To stay just

Counting money in a fast car and im steady switching lanes
Ion mess with none these Rudy’s cause these niggas hella lame
I be riding by myself but

still to be told
Just breathe, remember to breathe
Protected by the lion of Judah
Jah Nah treat police just like they intruder
Shootout in the street

of Nothing, it's the brand, it's the moon
Ima get it tatted on my hand very soon
Albums out in summer, yeah it's landing in June
There's no space for two of us

wanted more so I strike a pose and pop it
Pop it, better make a rack of the album if I don't
Well I better, so make some deposits

Make me an album, then

coming through 



lock down let beast out 




Am Taking machine all you get is code



written by men story's on told 



fell in love my album getting

the music makes me move
Flying my soul to the moon
Then suddenly when I open my eyes
I see so many people standing watching

So I'm Living, living oh living

know I'm dope by the look on ya man face
I'll buck'em until he numb, he won't even feel out of place, squatter cold case
Caesar can talk brought in

to bring me company
Surrounded by these walls of isolation making fun of me
Stare up at the moon and notice mars is not too distant
Then ponder how tomorrow

the earth
How 'bout the stars under we conversed?
Do you still await on change
Like a new moon's birth?
Does it still flood ancient
Wisdom parallel with

the pocket is supposed to be

A beer in my hand and the skate under legs
A police nearby us, they're just gonna check
My friend Nedo just arrived, in a moment

the north of Baton Rouge to Atlanta
Talk out his top, put them bands on him, bitch (the fuck?)
I be runnin' my city, the police don't like it
They know we

the sun, the moon and the deep sky
We're raised by giants like fee fi
On this wretched earth where predators can sleep at night
And hiders never seek, maybe