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I see that you just don’t get it 
I see that you just don’t listen
I’m out here minding my Business
You say I fit the description
Say u suppose

through, I do what I want to
All black Urus, Lucky Daye out the sunroof
I know real from fake nigga, I ain’t who you front to, dog
I’m wigging again, Stayed

really out your bracket
I'm rocking all black magic
Show me some lil nigga
Show me that you dripping
Yeen even matching
Tryna Rob my drip like baskin
He

In the night time, man I feel alive
You should come with me, we gone take a dive
On them back roads, we gone line em up
Niggas all talk when they

Moanda says I'm bougie yeah possibly
Move with no apologies. 
They say they be threatened by the knowledge he
Exhibits everyday. Chale honestly
You for

Ogbeni and NO1 again
I just dey count all my blessings (One by one)
And I dey learn all the lessons (All night long)
Nobody fit tell me nonsense

Only if lessons be gettin' ignored by you
Only if death is like an award to you
It seems to be we've gone mad
Anything and everything in the world has

You've been taken for the fools you are
There's no more money at the bottom of the purse
Black looks at the breakfast table
Life goes on from bad

Black horse reaping of the crops we grew
Comforted by sequences of sounds we knew:
You abide in me, and I in you.
But what exactly should I do?

Pale

the gas
You classless acts askin’ for passes pass em
Back packin’, go past ‘em 
Passengers packin’ them pants like pampers
Black panthers In campers

this cooked by a Korean
So I don't care about how you eating or what you be on
Got her crying on some boo-hoo-hoo
Try to lock me in your spell bitch I

discouraged before you tried
Wondering how your story will end

Sold my soul and bought it back
Stuck around till the sky was black
All the stars they look

And all the ones who picked sides tryna dick ride
It get lonely on the road so I get high
You ain't tryna get no money rather get by
Rather spend it

Crucified

Lillian Axe

Psychoschizophrenia

1993

the ground,
Better never make a sound
How can they see when they're so damn blind 

[Chorus]
Can you believe in something
Not fit for their consumption

of a sentence
Thirty-one-year-old white suburban rap dad
I was the nicest before ISIS had a black flag
I put four lines together before a hashtag
If you don't

IN THEIR PRIME
LOUD WINDS ARE GONNA HOWL BABY
DIDN'T FIT THE CRIME

TOOK IT OUT ON A LONELY ROOM
DEAD AHEAD OR BLIND
GASOLINE ON AN OPEN WOUND
BURN IT

the truth all I do is produce
If you need it best believe I can get it through
I’m running this bitch
Check out my track suit custom fit for my build
My lane

backing, gyalie like cat's on the line they catting
Work horse in the field like Rambo
Dash that food then it’s back to the bando
If you wanna make bands you

the Benz with blunts with smoke
coming' out the window
Holler when you see
me
spending' money, 
Black bag fulla filthy cash
Had to get that
back
Homie where

This is a song about Super Smash Brothers
Although, I don't think it's
The one you want to hear

But still,  I'd like it if you, maybe
 stay a while

to go to the manager, ask for customer service, still get named (named)

My hoe yellow, my opps red, we gon' pullup leave 'em all dead
My fit black

like
You struck by Cupid my hair is in your face
Nigga three pounds to it
If the radio don't play my jam
They fuckin' foolish what's his name?
(Hodgy

Of creative 
Dream house all black that’s ravin 
Zoned in that’s gaming 
Aiming 
For music n payments 
Leverage making my own dam placements
 I pay it 
I book

or black bitch
Disturbing myself from all the damage
Need three hells for the souls I done sold
To fit in with the mold
Heart gone cold
Why my pockets gone