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to get in tune and get all strung out
Make me want to get to know you so I call out
So I'm making my way to let it all out
See she on ten with the dance

got the juice

They call me Bishop cuz I got the juice
Rolling a swisher 3 deep in the coup
Its me and my bitch and a bitch for my bitch every bitch

or buts
Not left in the dust, you're in a rush, so go ahead and shush
You look kinda flush, Hold up I'M MAKING YOU BLUSH
Love, sendin out the doves, if you

why everyone surprised
History still inna making and onna rise
No I would never ever switch up onna guys
Its just me and the Jets in here right now

troops my nigga
And some real street soldiers
I gotta get it by any means
You never know when this life is over
So put your bid in and and get your hustle

tatted super bearded
Built like an action figure
6’2 6’7 Wayne
Snapping in the booth
Drugs making you frail
You too small
I’m bench pressing you
Feeling

wicked
That is making me sick
I told my little nigga
If he doing the shit I'm doing
I'm a punch him in his shit
It's crazy I just play along
I call it

would need to fix
So later when the world's long been battered 
And we're all neck deep in the splatter and it no longer matters 

They' realize they were

Well 
I ain't proud of myself
But I guess I'm doing well
My passions still linger on
No aspirations are shelved
Still having very deep ambitions
No

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Yes Sir, I Will

In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it

one day
I'ma make it, I'ma take it

I'ma be rolling in the Rari
Only gon' have one bad bitch on me
What, rolling too deep
I'ma put you six feet in

would need to fix
So later when the world's long been battered 
And we're all neck deep in the splatter and it no longer matters 

They' realize they were

All along the highway
I can see the signs
They always tryna warn me
Of my demise
Somewhere deep out in the woods
That's where the devil hides
I could

I'm gon' run up
Ain't no knockoff like Gunna
When I pop off I'm gonna be rollin' 3 deep down 440
You see me, I'm grabbin' that .44 b
Too good these

just say you are
Let's just say you're mental health
Ain't never dropped
To get you far
Into deep in your self-pity
You know you be
So deadly gone
In

to follow groups
I can never do that shit all by my lone make money moves
Money moves I stack it tall
Making plays I got to ball
Hitting licks in rental cars

so alone i first wept, 

deep pain in the same place from where this verse crept, 

never slept in that bed again, the memory was too tragic, 

looked

didn't you?
Risky, 'cause I always come back
Deep down you know that
Deep down you know I'm always in periphery
Ren aren't you pleased to see me?
It's

And I'm too selfish to see I have a father who cares about my safety
That's family, and deep down I'm thankful
So I'm sorry for not expressing that as much

Xander
Cage, flippin' that work like a page
You can hate but you're making the minimum wage
Talking too much might just get your ass laid
No homo, I'm

live, they're not you so they'll never get your shift, and I don't expect them too, but I gotta stay sharp, it's deep in the ocean so you better watch for

to take a risk and play to win
Everyday committing a straight up sin
I'm way too lit I be making hits
You're a plagiarist I'm the main event
In your hood

some cents
I got a place I could spend the hours just to make it right
I got bake up again the flour measured by the sights
I was asking for too long so

with me cause they know that I'm different
Wrote me off but today they go listen
I'm deep outer space, man I'm from another place
You can tell by my