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Send that Drake through the hallway

Niggas is duckin', they mellin' like Tornado drill
Don't fish my riff, it's a switch on my riff paul walker gang,

You said what I'm doing is wrong
But what 'bout what I'm doing right?
I'm a real one that stuck by
But I'm a soldier

Since a youngin wanted bigger

If you're not quick to speak up
Then your vision gets buried and paved over
By blind homunculi
Swear to God that I
Will eat the ass of the next dope

Wiesz, może byśmy mu tak zrobili, że byś wszedł po swojemu
Że jesteśmy w hotelu, wszyscy dobrze się bawią
Z tej strony Młody E, Maciek, Hagrid, wiesz

That's a fan base
At a fast pace
Too many people who dwell on the surface claiming to raise the bar
I've been influenced by some of the greats
The Drakes

jestem tu po to by bać się nie jestem tu bo kocham rap grę
Nie znamy się nie mów mi bracie
Ja chcę dziesięć butelek pięć dziwek przyszedłem po kasę

Kacze

the pen
Fuck a hand I been stacking my bands
Fye by the belt why Im sagging my pants
Dont lose your life trying to rob me
Full of pain need her on side me

WRITTEN BY: Brodecai
BUTCH HARTMAN!
VERSUS!
SETH MACFARLANE!
BEGIN!
Well it seems today and all you see, this stupid piece of shit on my screen

Niggas shook my hands but I know deep down they don't even like me
Six feet under by my lonely, that's kinda likely
My homies been droppin' dead since 2019

sounds are getting cheap while my strings are by Clain
Walking here for miles, sipping on the bitch's brew. Yeah, the North Dream, not true, who are you

Sheck Wes got so many flows (I do it all)
Call me Drake how a nigga tro-
This the remix, divorce your wife (take a ring away)
Marry your kid its

(BITCH)
( BGM BOYS NIGGA)
(YEAH, BITCH)

We ain't doing no back and fourth, yeah we tryna press play
Stack all my old bread for a rainy day
Ride by

"abel" catch me on the Weeknds
Monday beefin, he gone by the week's end
Now his bitch do not got him to depend
Back to the block now his brother'nem deep

of fame

Hall of flame
Smoking exotic by 8ths straight to the face
I cannot fuck with no plain Jane
When it come down to my Marry Jane
I'm need to feel like

You lookin' fine, guess you get your exercise when you're runnin' through my mind
Bet you never stop to think about the time that you took me by

And the passion's gone by
And I feel my soul grow
I can't do this no more
Baby, you're my, my

Baby, baby
Oh baby
I thought y'all niggas knew
Your bitch wore down

around the corner
Saved by luck, divinity, or whatever
Instead of celebrating, niggas wanna make some shit up
Entertainment gon' look different pretty soon

God has conjoined, divine retention
With precision, it's such an honor, and not a burden
Was prefaced by Isaiah, chapter 7 for the wordin'
Immanuel is

I just checked my phone 20 missed calls ain't no way
I just rolled a Jay smoking by the pound purple haze
Talking on the net but you cannot say it

spew
Us fighting the system is like Joe Budden
Getting a love letter from Drake "why you frontin"
"Hating on me when I love you" ain't that something

have to prove my love
When it's all said and done
Remember me forever

Different time now
Tryna wind down
Find why we age up by time we slow down
Hip

to back, this a good strand
Brodie stacking up the breesh, yeah by the rubber band
Yeah this shit getting hot, turn on the ceiling fan
Damn I got so much

a fuck nigga with FN I ain't Glorilla
Nigga steady checking off them pills bro is those jiggas?
Hell nah no they ain't
Rich by any means I won't fold, I

Hush...Hush, Sweet Charlotte

Bette Davis

Miss Bette Davis

1976

him tight
And brush the tear from your eye
You weep because you had a dream last night
You dreamed that he said goodbye
He held two roses within his