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a scam, I'm just asking if the cons beat the pros
So in before I close up this flow
I'ma speak some real shit to hit you hard and then go
The good times

before driving on
Breakfast soda crackers and water, check to see if
I'm running low on gasoline

Don't ask me where I'm from that's a question
too hard

anymore.

Now the Moon is passing by.
cll the memories kept inside.
They're abandoned, left back home, no idea, no way to go.
Look in to their empty eyes, no

home tonight.
Bridge
I’ll keep this ford till the day that I die
All good memories will fade bye and by
Driving down freeway wind blows in my hair
When I

like the same clouds
you have ever seen
pass away,
becoming another song
remembering a good dream.

This beautiful leaf
dances by piano,
reopens empty

Aye, took a Hit-san then I stop time
I got big bands like I'm South By
I just took a bag from a lao wai (老外)
My bitch look bad in a áo dài
When she

grow tall!
Long enough I've been up on Skid Row
cnd it's plain to see, I've nothin' to show
I'm glad to pay those union dues,
Just don't judge me by my

for eating, they make good pets, though!
This week only, buy one get one, don't have regrets!"
Here at the K-Mart, our loss is your gain!
Going insane,

War outside, can't stop the vilonce

I got my youngings with me
Ten, four niggas, both them clicking
Bitch look good, can't take no 50
Bro got two

Really hope that I'm not just wishing,
I been putting in work, I been intching
Closer and closer day by day, hey
Where you get the idea that I stopped
I

filled to the brim
I make her drink from the bottle
They style steal, so we blocking followers
She mean as shit she will not acknowledge you
Don't ball up

You said what?
You didn't like the first one?
It wasn't hard enough?
Oh... aii bet
Bitch don't wake my savage up 'cause I'll start tweaking
I been

Put on your shoes
Zip up your jacket
It's time to go
Everyone pack it up
I don't know
If I'll see you tomorrow
So I'll take my time
Saying goodbye

staring at me
Cuz i look at how it stink
The trick, my good dick
Is not minding that it stings
When your brow beat by the same
People that you feed

Hurdling through space on a big ass fucking rock
I don't really have the time to sit around and talk
Took time from my day to criticize the way I look
But

nothing G
Imma solve my boredom elsewhere
By writing good raps
Homie this is self-care
Look
I'm a hip-hop pastor
Preaching the end of days and visions

On the verge of quitting
Shut the curtains, I don't want a part of it
You can keep going
But I'm done with it all
On the verge of giving up
What's

I don't see magic
I just see bitterness
It clouds my vision
And I'm so sick of it
An endless cycle
Of disappointment
It keeps me trapped
In all

the skinny n that dyin' sh
They don't believe us. Every ghetto got forked tongue public speakers
And lyin' ass preachers. They crooks wit' good books
We crooks

Hello (Hello)
Y'all don't know me really well so
Let me get acquainted to you jolly good fellows
I was underground when I wrote this
Couldn't copy my

Everywhere you look sickness fills this little shack
Fingers on a paper plate set out for a little snack
This is the product of a broken inbred situation
Proof

sentimental for some place I haven't been before

I see it printed on the dollar-the American dream
A good-and-evil-knowing-eye that I don't recognize
Now I'm

offset, but I don't got cardi

They say that I'm the answer, these niggas cannot guard me
I'm a ten out of ten, niggas want me on eleven
I'm good on any

Lazy cuz you made that deal

Open up that pits, bitch I'm going to hell
I don't give a fuck, police on my tail
All my niggas doing crimes, they get