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have died in super bikes
And that's the reason that my mum's shook
I tell her, "don't worry"
I'm reason it's fun, look
Your son's hooked i'm a biker by

got booked for a rave
Started feeling empty
I was surrounded by so many girls
The igbo and shayo was plenty
And I felt like God was trying to talk to me

50 son my niggas still make you hide your jewels like A dolph, real choppas show a waiter how to get the plate off , I’m the one that showed niggas how

face was very long
The pastor said, "Son, here you are
Won't you please take this guitar?
Sing dear departed Granny one last song"
And I sang
Death,

You can't  pump your own gas. Jersey and Oregon are the only Ory gone. I'm sorry, who are the only two States? Were you can't pump your own gas. You

your head kicked in
For trying to sit on the fence
Be consumed by the filth or the stench
Where homeless people sleep on a bench
I love my street
But our

not taking fillet
The bullets beat up on your body
Like Beats by Dre
No 4k put that gun to his face
She tap that hip mmmMmmm
A team full of Steppas

on my grind
To rhyme
My raps my raps my raps my raps
My raps have got the punctuation
That'll punch your face in
Improper pronunciation
Yappin with

it shot hit body this like a mob hit
I got it got it Jesus Christ how I son em God It
You don’t want these fuckin problems mafuckers Stop it
Blowin

Ebube Dike ne oo (my God, my God oo) 
Thanksgiving is all I do, I'm better by far don't know about you. 
Many are called and jesus chose a few 
Why God

passive aggressive drunken texts like, ""I'm fine by the way. Me, in case you don't have this number saved, it's your firstborn son, Sean. It's spelled

the day
I done felt so small that the ants looked tall
In the midst of it all, is it worth anything
I don't know
Eventually, I die, and my sons will, too

niggas 
Choppa do the talkin' yea that’s my throat nigga 
OG smoke cookie, bro got it by the boe, nigga 
Free my nigga Bub I ain’t never had no plug 
Use

in my presence 
Thinking I’m soft done turned me into a lethal weapon
 Ima king amongst peasants 
This the rap rapture,
Taken this shit by force son

I been snaked by a couple niggas iont fuck with too many 

I can tell that you fake from the look in yo eye

Yeah i hear what you saying, but nem

problems
Make sure my son
Attend the best charters 
Focus on heavy
It’s got be flawless 
Stuck with grizzlies 
I swear in my city they lawless
Keep your head

to press me
I'm god modding, i'm god body
Feel like John gotti
Won't abide by these niggas egos
I'm shooting freethrows
This the return of the free flow

and forsaken
in a world that’s ruled by greed

I will be waiting, I will be waiting, I’ll be waiting
won’t you please be sure and tell him where I’ll be

now

A POEM FOR EVERY GAY. BLACK. FEMININE. MALE. Here’s our story...
On Nov. 2n d,
14-year-old Giovanni Melton was killed by his father Because he was

and the youngins in Gander Hill
Asked him how the OG was rockin', coachin' like Phil

MJ final shot, fourth quarter, I shoot the kill
My man Mail got stopped by

you love
But I'm out of love, you take what's left, cause from The jump

I done been the realest one, by all the means, I'm One of one
Chargin' by they

the most defeated
I am hidden by the amazing Holy Spirit
Take a breath
Unmistakable
God is undeniable, unbreakable
He's Son is undebatable, unbeatable
Like

thinkin' when these bullets goin through ya
these n***a's know what's up, boy, I ain't entertainin' rumors
My gang full of demons and your gang full

still toat fire because I know too many try 
I see the hate in your eye
But son I still rise morning Fourth of July Nigga 

Can you pay the price
Can you