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run this bitch, you motherfuckers lollygag
Suck a dick, I'm the shit
Waste my breath by even sayin' it
I ain't even gotta brag for em'
In they face like

a Cadillac, tracing tramp stamps
Cover everything
But she hit the splits like Van Damme
I'm a stunt, man
I might hit for real like action films
I'm a cinephile

Yeah, broski
Fully DONSYDE man
Catch me, inna me brand new Louis
Fuck wid mi clan, me get cross like Stewie
Mi a go all out tonight
Weed deh yah rum,

finds
Maybe I'll find them
Maybe I won't
Not everything that glitters is gold
But you are
You're a fucking saint
A halo around your head
Your eyes

bitches, models, everything in Pathos
If there's a problem, we go there to solve it, fuck it, that's the Motto
New Impala, ask how much it cost, it's about

the building, like an epidural patient pushed out more than her first kid, by the baby lies a turd in other words I don't feel shit

But I feel sick, when them

frozen
Big shit popping, they ain't stopping shit
Bitch, I was chosen!
Big bread winner, get the money by the loaf, You just loafing
Everybody get a bag

Look, they celebrating what's false
Wonder where truth is livin'
Cross breading spirits, force feeding children
He ain't even seven, Santa still

Chasing down the faces that the
Tail lights of the cars make on the highway
Just for now it seems like everything is unfolding
As it should be

The black dog runs at night
Followed by the horse like pale moonlight
Gone with the shadows before first light
One last ride to numb the bite

Born

up if wanna take a trip
We can go scuba diving on tropical islands
And explore lost ships that were sunken by pirates
We can travel cross seas in

And we're not kind we're just ruthless
But when the devil says you're useless
Remember the cross
It's by His blood we were bought
He came and loved all

everything you lack, then multiply that
Bitch, we still above that
Claymore to a thumbtack, bitch, you dumb wack
Fun fact, you could never be us
So far ahead,

backed by alpha and omega
Omo like Julius them think say I go turn beggar
But right now I don tire to the chop Burger
People the beg for bread mine is

The truth, it can be found
In the bottom of the glass
Cause I knew everything
When I was seventeen
And there's a line
I just can't cross
You've no

Scared to catch a fade bitch we'll go cross ya wig
Say you keep it gangster well we thought you did
In actuality check the shit you taught the kids
It's

and ash
Hoping God wasn't watching you then
How he'd laugh
You took the trip and lost yourself, addressed the need for help
Abandoned everything you stood

i land and crash, can my wings resume flight
Our paths were always meant to cross, innocence was lost
When we first had met you were insolent

a day goes by
Where I don't thank  god I got his name
Yeah I know he's up there looking down
Proud

He use to say son it ain't the money
It's the things

I'd amount to Anything
But You tell me I'm your everything
Feelin a milli
Might seem silly
But I got that shine like mr. Clean
Covered by the blood

tripping once again
Quit overthinking what he said
It's personal with everything
It's not that deep
It is to me
You might not see how it see it
Let's agree

too kind
But still I'll gladly cross the line
Feel the sun rays behind
Maybe that could be a sign
Guess I'll figure out in time
Can't let these niggas

nobody loves us
Parents should have used rubbers But hey that's how the river flows
I just wanna do it for my kids by spiting crazy flows
They never gat

a wordsmith
All I know is the door for you to make a run is to be run by my code

I lay around but never slip around
Even though I make a run for myself I don't