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man tell me can you feel it
When I get it, when I spill it
Gotta get the vibe
The Incredible True Story yeah
It's kinda gory but the flow is hella

Body's kinetic 
Look it up, on Reddit 
Not afraid of haters
Boy Its my Fetish
They get rejected 
Call em a medic
Decapitating, 
Afraid to say I'd get it

But his momma worked and his dad was dead so he had to get his own bands up
He walks to the mirror and hears his mom's voice in his head "you're your

dollas, couple bills
Imma pay em, get my bread up
Count my blessings, keep my head up
Above water never started off the bench I made my way up
And if

of them just thought
That they were right, but each was wrong
I decided I would help 'em out
And that they need a song
Written by an outsider with no
Dog in

and complainin'
Won't solve it tellin' me I've changed
Yeah bitch, I'm evolvin'

Tell 'em I want all of it
And then I need it multiplied
Money kinda soundin' like I

Rocking bugs bunnies
New J’s and karats on em
Feeding crackheads bunch of villains here
Only hero in veins, watching
All these zombies walk by
Damn there go

to tell'em
Correct'em like convicted felons
By the time he realized
It's to late, a slug split his melon
Seen'em spralled out from the fourth floor
In

Tell me why you got a gun
If you ain't ever finna use it
Why you pulling out that strap
But you know damn well you wont Shoot it
If I pull up on yo

& tell
I mean at this point im jelous of my fuckin self 
Rolled up with 6 joints, it’s top and you can tell by the smelll
if KTLYN in the spot you know its

got some fake people
Tell 'em take off they mask
But this junk gon' take off
Everyone grab they wings (hah)
You better get back on y'all swings
Back

great and I tell 'em I know
Seeing snakes they G.I. Joe
Nothing but love from straight back home
Calling my mom is how I cope
Knocking out names in my

and be on parole,
Often people walk up to me stressing military and college,
In my mind I be saying damn that I already got great knowledge,
Like my lil

never to old to be afraid
Nine-millis & battle plans both had been drawn
And the traps were all set by Kevin, for John
As two Christmas legends prepared

swerve like Luigi,

I know too many nxggas,
That walk with a stick,
But not like Rafiki, uh,

These nxggas spray like graffiti,
Run up on the opps, and,

head up tryna make my panties drop
Keep them niggas droolin make em walk around with mops 
Girl, the things your man would do to get in F1rst Lady's box

eyes
You give me that look and
My heart melts and I think

The way you say my name
Now boy I can't deny
The feeling that I get
You give me butterflies
No

for tre 4/
It's my time nigga, why, cause I said so/
Took a step back, some called it a setback/
Had to reassemble, cause the pressure made your boy

Like the 10 o'clock news

Go ahead and do the Dougie
We'll wait and walk it out
We'll meet up at the corner
We call this the knock 'em out

Always coming

broke 
I tell them front me more time, but even father time broke
I'm at em like a Maniac, Stokez a Pyscho
I know some Maniac's still on the block

Meet me at my burial!
My burial
Meet me at my burial!
Meet me at my burial!
My burial
Meet me at my burial!
I've always wanted to work with
Royce Em

on a papa chase 
Leavin em laced got moves to make
Im staying high like fly for life
Cant get by just to maintain

what I say
I got em hating on me by the season
Girl if it’s smoke get it off of ya chest
Cuz I’ll act up fr just give me a reason
Lil bitty bitch
I will

throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out