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"Yeah"
"I bet you have to chase and make a face"
One shot of Tequila later
It's black
All I know is
I couldn't go back and track anything after that
For

a sage
That’s enough of the vagueness
My patience running thinner than my rhyme book pages
Worked on a skill that I kept upgrading
Left out to dry by

Drake, I'm goin' sap (Goin' sap!)
I can't say it to your face and so I wrote this for a rap
Kept you by my hip, you close to me, you more then just a strap

and I ain't like that?
Kept my mouth closed cuz I couldn't face the man in the mirror
What if they heard my words clearer, and we stopped living in fear

donald Trump go tell em in the face
I still ain't rich as him 
So if somebody says I said that it's a false claim
I swear the way I flipped that bitch

Say you ain't touch no kids on your last track, that's cap I can tell
Ayy, trip to drake's house like a trip Mike's house, it's like going to hell
Guess

friends around I prevailed
Now there is no doubt
I’m gone make it out
Swear my life on this I won’t fail
No matter the challenge that I gotta face
No matter

you artsy
And it's no face no case
Dope since 08 oh wait 09
But if that's my rookie year
Ain't that all just the same time
I'm saying rookie tears I

she scared of nai that's small-uh
Rap so cold I give you a chill-uh
You outdrink me, I say ille

Saved in my phone as Ranran
Because I am you and you I

posts
I quote “Pete ain’t bad unless you mean a bad joke”
That note was from my homie you should hear what the haters say
I’ll paraphrase “your **** is

on
Tryna hold me back, you're just giving me the and one

Tryna bring me down, by copying my style
I cannot be stopped, there's just no denial
Tryna block my

true to the art its forever my life
Fuck what you say we're about it
I knocked out the devil a bunch of times trust me
And fuck on these snake oil

going to spite
Bring poison damage when I fight
Been weird ever since that one dog bite
Sniff five fat bitches stuck in tights
Because my inner dog says

open, then you know that I'm lacin' the track

Ayy (hey), I could do this shit all day
Niggas throwing shade, get up out of my face (my face)
I'ma

and kill this beat like Captain Crunch
You gon' walk the plank if you don't say that Jesus' fabulous
That's enough. Maybe you should pack it up
I be fighting

in the middle
I wouldn't recommend hiding ya hand
Then showing your face again
The models we bid by
Getchu bye bye but it's not a waving hand
I see

Let's see if you can find out how many reasons are in this song.

This the reason they call me 100Milez.
Did 100 tracks with 100 Styles.

Spit 100

And yet I'm lyrical... (Goddamn)
By God's given grace
I'm going face to face
With the omens of my mind I embrace the waste

But let me stop, You know I

to pay
And I know how to play so don't get up in my way
Like I say catch this elbow to your face
You a bot you don't know how to play
Might as well stay

Everyone is scared to say the things
That I say on songs
It's just me alone so it's easy
To just say I'm wrong
Not many people come to my defense

To hold your body close to touch your face
To sit by your side spoil you on a date
Get down on one knee hold up just wait
Let's take things real slow

you talk it
If he got it
Make him run that
I was looking for a bridge to jump off with my friends, but this my jump back
How you got all these niggas

nobody's wrong
Im ahead if you give head
We do our jobs at the mall

[Rell singin']
Every since the day i saw your face
My mind told me
You were the one that

at camera 
I'm grabbing life by the neck 
While I'm raising the standard
I put the work so address me with manners 
My ego I earned I didn't ask for no