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it's a 9-8 ting
I rap, but I still might provide that gun
Shotgun, two cases, two operations done, listen
They can't run, can't hide 'cah cases get

Ali Trop, aye
(It's Niko in your speakers)
(Just think about it like)
I'm so sick and tired of all these rap niggas
All these demons shake my

Your love is all I need
I'm hanging by the tree
Girl I'm dying on the moon
Cause I'm in love with you
It happened like this he was a nobody trying to be

you up and get nothing, give me some lovin',
Turn nothing to something,
My emotions a football and you like to punt it, Charlie brown on a hundred,

a buck
Keep it in touch
Keepin' shit real
That is wassup
Always a hunnid
And run it but
Tryna stay humble though
Yea never see me tumble
When I focus
Days

to share your time
You filled with emotions
Fuck you I don't care about em
Black brown oceans
Feeding who've who can't care about it
Never saw a profit

Mexica
Hear it in my tone
And rythmn bumpin' in ya speakers
I'd be lying if I said
"It's really nice to meet ya"
And you'd be dead by now
If I refused

Still fightin paranoia 
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for 
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by

think we got it by doing nothing
Haters always got to get the cussing
Ain't nothing up for discussion
They can't put in work they disgusting
Now it's time

Chris Breezy; I tell them to run it
The cowards be running
The humble be hunting
And it's my 23rd spring so I bring them to dungeon
Jeeper's Creepers

the goodest
Girl in the world
And they just haven't understood it
Match everything we wear
Yeah you're just like I am
She's so special and no one else could

yeah

Hey yo my love is free
Ever since I bent the knee
I swear to God that I would protect you from evil
By any means
Got a love that runs deep
And its

Trying to hit-and-run the game, slide out with 'bout a B
Haters see us on the glow up like ain't that 'bout a B
I just tell them not as bad as it's 'bout

Don't take it as a surprise when I bust ties homie

I run this game you boys need slippers
And I'm fly boy I don't need flippers
I'm all the way up I

working so long that I know I got it indeed
This what the end of the process looks like no Simmons or Embiid, it's Chris

Can't believe that I made it here

a clown
Fucking on baddies every race but I'm partial to the brown
Fucking my liver up shot by shot the whole bottle of crown
Taking the the energy gave by

can't)
Ju in the back with the four fifty
Church a boy, keep the Lord with me (Lord)
Valley valley, that’s the fucking team
Gotta get it, that’s by any

true say the opps gotta agree by now
Our block still winnin' awards like Federer
There ain't no back and forth in it like Nadal
The opp boys bored,

humble
They tryna lower my confidence
My run is close to dominant, boy, you supposed to honor it ('posed to honor it)
My grass cut low for the snakes

Ayo babes you should come Snienton
Forget the questions you'll see all my intentions
My asian dons got big whips rented
Man see feds man a run climb

Legend of the U.S.S. Titanic

Jaime Brockett

Remember the Wind and the Rain

a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick 
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.

He gettin' on down by the pierside, 
His manager's down there

bust Chris 
cn di matic dem clean
When we touch di scene 
Yo know di killas dem mean
If yo Violate  
Yo left like broom Weh a lean

Marrow  left  inah yo

on grime beat
Sucking my teeth don't like it
Suck my nipple suck my teet

21 years of age
Still posing by my road sign on Gannet Lane 
Upload that ting to my

cheeks, I was raised in the streets
I don't play with police, 'cause they're playing for keeps

I want it all I can never be patient
You know my money