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getting clutch
(Phew) unky spot a fiend, whip it up
And then he fix her up (Phew, phew)
You ain't got the heart, go
'head, pull the trigger, punk
Dog Shit

something bout the cash
Blow it all then run it back
I ran the numbers and the math
Is supported by the facts
Keep on addin what we lack
Subtractin company

Weather through the storm till the man is overbooked
Head up in the psalm feel my heart got took
It's all love I'ma King but played the game like a rook

They walkin' by without a clue, it's all the same (they're gonna know)
But we're the artists with the city as our frame (how would they know?)
We

hibana ga koboreru (takanari souna biito wo Mix it) shiroi zanzou
nageiteta kinoo hikatteru mirai he (chouhatsu sareteru youna shigunaru) kaze oikake

With her straight down and her pride real high
And her six inch heels when she walk by
Let's not move too fast let's take it slow
Where you wanna go

place in the game

I came to rephrase what rap really is

It ain't drugs or money or actin like kids by talking sum shit

It's really about how you spit

gon leave the town

I can tell by how hit me back you need a lil break
I've been working too and honest we should take a half day
It might push into

pipe down and write down all of these rhymes inside my head
I put the mic down for some time now, now it's time to rise again amen

Jesus is who I follow

are you thinking of
Ay and Ima ride for my bitch on the side yeah
And I'm alright I like messing with fire
She break your heart every time she walk by

all, bitch
And your best just ain't good enough
When it's bed bugs and ciggy butts
And moldy walls and piles of junk
Where roaches crawl and life just

channel got designer her purse,
Brody wippin' his nose he's allergic, 
No Lil Uzi but I takeoff vert,
Put my heart in a bitch now it hurts,
It's whatever we

a fucking blunt and thought he laced it
Jimmy Choos, bitch she got it on cause I paid it
All these fake hitters need a loan, cause they broke, don't call my

Clean mash not gay when it gets rubbed down
Spins on my wrist but it gets bust down
Fussy older man they all crusty
Bust me a case if the oops dare touch

we can make it work
But, uh, if you're an atheist I'm beamin' out this bitch like my name was Captain Kirk
And I know I'm not all that, just a bag

a mix of an arctic storm and a spartan swarm of martians born with a heart of gore. I’m on instagram lookin’ at Woah Vicky and some special needs kid,

succumbing to it

Trying to rip me apart at the seams
Dissuade me to follow my heart and my dreams
My poetry, art and my scenes
it’s all just a part of my

the life we dey live
Nor be say na childs oh
But in the days dem
Dem nor dey reason us that year
But now all of dem
Don dey act nice oh
Make I tell you

till I'm nauseous
Niggas get booking 'till they start talking
And all I need is life of sin
It's some good coke that'll
Bring the pipers in
I started off

increasing his heart rate
When this chop get to choppin I know it's my target how the fuck niggas be makin mistakes? (yeah)
Could never be me I'm walk down

faces tangled together.
Sit with me and we'll think up names for our nudity, we'll decide on a smell and suppleness for all our parts.
I'll lie down

stop me
Heart of a lion, real life champion like Rocky
Stop fucking with Walker, have me walking like a zombie
Waxing on and off with all my hoes, feel

got ya head feeling sick
I knew you wasnt worth it whole time you a bitch
Should've known toxic and happy cant mix
Prayin on my downfall mane that hurt

mix all night  just praying I get it right UH

We don't back track 
We don't clap back 
We don't fall 
But if we do we'll rise from that 
That's where