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This for my ballers worldwide state to state
City
To city
We on the rise
Turn my music high
Illest in the game
You a gangster do your thing
I rhyme

This for my ballers worldwide state to state
City
To city
We on the rise
Turn my music high
Illest in the game
You a gangster do your thing
I rhyme

the people
It's my life
and I don't need to get signed to rhyme
It's my time
Seven minutes in heaven
Seven till it's eleven
Dark minds in late nights
Head-on

One time for your mind
Soul Stainless on the grind
Yuh

Boy I'm bout to snap, stack a million villians back in my path, and I'mma
Smash all of ya

makin'
Rhyme sayin', mind wavin', fly skatin' ass nigga
Out here takin life, make it mine
Stay in high planes of vibration
I'm blazing by hatin' ass niggas

Seeking His kingdom instead of singing my bars and rhythms
Influenced by the most ignorant part of this old system
Addict to the rap tip; I had quit but I

'm the greatest
Had to tell your ass again
It's a party at my crib
Full house, no Bob Saget
I'ma call dibs
She a baddie, gotta have it
If she throw it back
I can

would
What if this is something
That I
Misunderstood
I mean is it kind of weird
That I want you here
To keep you close by my side
And call you dear

They quantize the rhythm, the rhymes I spit em
Put em in the body bag, one size fits em Zip em up like denim, never gon' get em
Ladies and gentlemen, I

8 or maybe like 2 I had rhythm in shoe like a dancer
And I really had to just go ahead and break free from the thoughts that I had in my noggin

Glory in tragedy
If it Must Be I get done most definitely
Spitfire Divinity destroying negativity
My remedy for frenemy is death be the penalty
Slap

something I'm not forgotting 
And you gone have it all if u just come with me 

Granny told be quite I was writing rhymes getting loud 
Smoking on my gas

caught you lackin
Said I wasn't on scene
Swear ya should've 
Parked yo car instead you
Left it In D
And by time that I arrived
You had been gone from

Spit and I rhyme

rhythms affixed and aligned

a myth in disguise

picture an image beyond sunrise

blind; in the distance, mirage

vision is

Let me tell you bout the boy who was trapped in time
Rattled by the tribulations of divine
Till finally the vision had unlocked the rhyme
Now

Look, Imma tell you bout my life
Imma tell you about my life
What's wrong in it, what's right
That long linen I tried to
Fight but then I died
I

all had it, the Grizzlies made him their 2nd draft pick
The word is a synonym for rhythm in a track, but it's getting away, we gotta bring it back
I

a dime
I might let you live forever
Through a rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
(Woah) unopposed, I don't pose, I'm just it
I don't fold, only gold in my spit

my word will live forever
Niggahs hella stupid, but they don't know no better
But I do, before I ever had proof
And if it's good I'm coming

low key
Had to grind to get the rhythms so clean
Now we spitting OG shit
Braids and a set of gold teeth
Plenty chains but I swear it dont mean shit
If

the dog in?"
If I say we comin', you gon' have to let us all in
Treat it like the season after summer, I just fall in
Had to go to work for this verse,

for one show
My neck cost more than the brizz, I lift my wrist up, I just glow
Had your favorite rapper sister in the crizzy on the snow
Free

'm 'out-of-touch,' but I'm in my prime
Call me 'crazy,' but I've got my own rhythm and my own rhyme!
They say I'm 'lost,' but I've found my own Narrow Way
I

[Joell Ortiz:]
I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch
Hip hop got my spine smothered
But I'll be fine brother
My mind hovers