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wrist by 28 nigga
Uncle got 25 to life for moving white, we only here by gods grace my nigga
Ay get some patience nigga, cause anything that’s coming fast

Ay Lowkey
I feel like I'm on a spaceship
I don't know what to do with my hands

I need lemon wedges in my cup with ice
I need good vibes by my side

raised to cheat
And life is getting harder
And harder by the week
I guess that’s why when I wake
I wanna go to sleep
I’m approaching my defeat
Why is it

STAY WEARY FROM ALL MY PEOPLE THAT WAS BURIED MY UNCLE DIE'D WHEN I WAS EIGHT IT'S HARD TO EXSCAPE RAISE'D BY JACKER'S AND HUSTLER'S NOW EVERYBODY GANG

call me Ram, cause I do the blitz
Nigga, fuck Uncle Sam, still bustin' zhecks

Shiesty mask on to cover my dreads
You wasn't there when I was lock,

could they'd kill me 
(I know they'd kill me, yeah)

For sixty days and sixty nights, I been goin' hard off this Ecstasy
I pray to God that my killer

BLAME IT ON CHRISTMAS DAY

Auntie Sally, Uncle Joe,
Slippin' on the Christmas snow
Breakin' their necks and screamin' thru the night
If I told them

Tell me, do you think I'm pretty?
Could you think it louder
Oh I'd like to hear it
Guess I think it matters

Tell me one good story
Pay me by

effort to better myself
I endeavor anyway I'm God in the flesh
Any decision I make is the best
Told my demons I'ma cut off they neck
Johnny Bonez with

playing wit me
You gone find a demon in me
"Johnny friends wit me"
Nigga what the fuck you mean
Ain't nan wit me
I got it by my own lil means
Real boss

whitened and go hit Johnny dang
Shoot thunder out that thang it's gon be hard to stop the rain
I got 3 feinds hit the tripple H wit a sledgehammer like

that it's stacking
I like to smoke by the pound
Carry the stick cuz I do not wanna play around
All my VVS' drown
Nigga touch my chain, swear to god it's

confidence by dominance
From my arm scripts that strips your title
When a champions hit from a blast
Your spinal cord splits from a blitz Saber
Toothpick then

solely just a product of Dilla
I’m honestly iller
I’m obviously killer
I gotta be thriller
The way I be, selling out shows and killing ‘em quicker
I touch

get cut by the weekend
They been tryna judge me on false pretense
Don't got shit to prove, baby seeing is believing
Fuck their little two cents they

I'm an obese beast that feeds on dreams
The vanilla killer kid who eats up fiends
I'll lyrically slaughter your mother and daughter
The father,

patient
Get buried
Falling into
Your own grave

I'm spittin'
Like an automatic
Spraying lead
I'm going rabid
You getting hit by all this traffic
Bathed in

HERE LONG 

Got betrayed by a couple brothas just like anakin
These niggas go two weeks without pussy they start panicking 

I want a bitch green

made them brothers
I signed my life by they hands so touch 'em we dracos in sprinter vans
And them my mud brothers from the hills to the sand and they

around the kid
Thanksgiving imma feast
Yeah I grind and go get it though
Baker Ozzey way I knead the dough
Go check yo boy IG
No Johnny Depp, but I'm about

missippi counting down till you die
I've got three killers and we’re about to come alive
Three weeks can really fly by, I need some more free time
Making

Killer Vibe, fumo un blunt
Tira il dito medio al cielo
Ichi boy, tutto quello che tocco
Diventa nero
Pantano, su una Pontiac flip-
-Po: Pulito!
Ho il

I ain't no way you fucking with me
I got love for my city
But you can't trust nobody
In my community
Killer Cali
Don't try me
Tread lightly or die

me not to do it
Lil bra a hot head I gotta beg him not to shoot it
Right now this everyday shit my foot in every lane
Who else inna city been to Johnny