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season's a game is a circus with many are tricks
But none in the ring can clown me
Sometimes I feel like I'm spitting an ocean of flows and everyone's

stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start

need clarity
If not, then a chariot to carry me
Pulled by forces polar to gravity
They have not got what I have in me
More grit than a snow truck

promoted by me
Yeah she talk about me
Obsessive but I’ll never touch it if she don’t allow me
Respect
‘Member when I was running up and down the road

Sponsor billboards round the outfield
The announcer climbs up top to call the play by play
Blue yells, "Play ball!" It's the crack of the bat
The season is

By chance it leaks in your direction, well
I've either known you a long time
Or I'ma see you tomorrow
The daggers that rip that
Bond are the sharpest

'm drippin' like eel
Couldn’t get home so I had to steal
Out in Tokyo, I’m dropping a bomb
Buckle expensive 'cause it made by Tom
Shit on fire I dropped

took the time
To listen to the rhymes I was comin' with at all
Each mixtape, put a link on ya' wall
Had posters on the bathroom stall
New fanbase really

Pasar el Verano contigo
Is all I really wanna do baby
Soon enough you're driving me crazy

Everyday's summer when I'm with you
Every other season

the summer season
Money talks only if you and I are meeting
Hunger got this brother never getting tired of eating... rub my belly baby
All charged up no

Baby I know you're wanting some love 
Give me one night I swear I'll give you my love 

Baby girl I'm surprised by your looks 
How you not phased by

'm the iceman like wim hof extreme sports
My verses full of clappers let the thing talk
Bob and weaving on the beat I see these haters turning green
It's

in regards to my whereabouts
I lied by saying I took a shift
I hung up and two homies enter the car
We hounding at foes who would walk to the park

male
Rolled up my black and mild ho
Bombs over Baghdad
B.O.B strange clouds Folk
So I got some liquor
Then I called up my niggas who
Been here since Day

Midwest Invasion

Twista

This Is Hip Hop [X-Ray]

2005

niggaz don't when they hit tha door you better believe it's about that show, nigga

[Twista]
Ain't no seeds in my dro, coming cold no matter what season I

on go, murder what she wrote
Line after line, shawty sniffin' off the door
They all been deluded by the streets, ain't even made for it
God know that I

Season
I make the wave, you know I been the drip
I've been Pres., never changed, and i'm always on some Gotti shit
Ownership, pen quotes used for captions

get boring
I bounce off the beat with my mikes I'm scoring
You can take a seat link I unlocked majora
Brace my teeth to please make my piece important

ke ye kicks
They’re frosted like my cuban links
I’ll always be making decisions inspired by kinks
I don’t give fuck what she thinks
Chahiye mujhe sari

sade 3 lakh ke ye kicks
They're frosted like my cuban links
I'll always be making decisions inspired by kinks
I don't give fuck what she thinks
Chahiye

witness day by day.

If I see this day - it's mine to be my own -
Besides the seat in my eye for the apple that I know
(Fair winds blow)
And I could mean

Nightmares when im dreamin
I dont bother sleepin
Out here servin fiends
I been duckin Donnie Brasco
Trappin through the seasons
Summer turn to leaves
Its cold

wall to wall, though, tell 'em come and find us
You’ll get ahead by getting behind us, consider it
I never gave 'em chances from the jump, how

Gimme some peace and I'll get em pieces
To show their niggas they're steezing
Been in it for hella seasons, I'm seasoned
I got the ATM seizing from all