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still got bags full of tags we been popping out alot
Get wet up by that new super soaker, Got the bags from out the Kroger
Love when she talk to me
heard

I was playing in dade way before wade
Since that silly nigga Jermaine was
In the rain rocking suede
Selling dolphins by the water
Nigga right by
playing I'ma ring him by his neck
Thing about me I'ma step
Don't ever forget that
Simpin' is a part of life I never progressed at
But I gotta get this shit
the pretty thug, style centerfold,
I'll have every latin in the country aimin at ya skull
I'll aim it at the Pope if he claimin he sellin the most dope
My
Bitch, I'm staying pretty to make some songs about it
Never really felt that aura, got around it
Never even spent my money till I got a thousand
the sewer
As I maneouvre the 4.6 cross town
All black
(Wheels chrome)
Windows tinted
Shit look pretty in the night time
Baseball cap low, low profile move
writings and through the tales I have yet to tell
I refuse to be consumed by calcultations, by your expectations, as it happened in the past resulting in
bitch get an attitude, I get one with her
I was raised by some hustling ass black women
Some real go-getters, that's why I go get it, nigga
I'm way too
on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first
titty, might be you but chu ain't dat pretty, 
Thug stacks, I rep my city, ATL tattooed on my arm, got my heat nigga best be calm, 
Angel wings tattooed
back
How many racks I gotta spend need that muthafucka matted black on black
Back to the topic at hand
How many times was you really down bad?
How many
509 Seabreeze

You come in at five today, and I'll be here waiting
Be together miles away from where you belong
You're in your fashion, all black. I
Been wearing that 'preme since I was just 17
How did you think that you were gon' step to me?
In all white and black like I was a referee
I hop
Live from the working class trash bin
Where I'm surrounded by tax
Payers and soon-to-be has-beens
Where Afghanis in tents are in the past-tense
black age
I feel like Roddy Piper with his black shades
Money is our God, commercial says obey
Oh babe, gotta bring the chicken home someway
What you know
the ground shakes
When he moves they ovulate
Some keep some kill
God! he goes by so many names
Bitch am sipping kasese from the Holy grail
Of holly saints
Life is crazy sometimes
Give a lot of days of my life up to my haters
But I'ma make this one mine
Take a couple photographs of my pretty family
In
on my own time - ah shit!
There was this one bitch with a pretty red hood
Asking me some questions like I'm a damn petty crook
Questions about my ears, my
bitches just like photosynthesis You thinking how it get to this
Block you niggas out like curse words by censorship
My worst verse, eclipsing ya
Got
Dear world, my name is Byron Henderson i just
Turned 15 this year i'm from New Orleans
Louisiana i guess you could say I
Started rapping at a pretty
confused by your withdrawal, racist words you hate most of all
Cause if I recall you can't even search for me bringing religions and technology to a land I
See saw, back and forth 
In and out, up and down 
Black and white, good and bad 
Salt and pepper, forever mad 
Duality, living in the duality
through Black or White(Black or White) 

Best believe I ain’t Colorist
Cause I had a thing with a dark Queen
I was born and raised by a Dark King 
Momma
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history

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