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make it ill for me
Spit it

"Death on the phono, my skills are dolo
You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo"

It's that underground b-boy shit
Just a beat

grown in,
With a brand new set of eyes I roamed the grid and watched closely,
Stayed away from snakes that I didn’t want know me,
My ego grew bigger from

stack that bread, I need a farm
Baby yea she cute just feeling lucky like a charm
Yea my life shii like a movie
Whole world left me wit a scar
All them

And my mouth out probably shaved like a crescent
Spit all in your face then piss on your grave
Figure out about me now peasant
Freedom of speech excites me

the type to spit flames at the sun
And put it out put it simply, I'm hot bitch
Lasmosis on the track, no time and the bets off
Take shots? turn that gun

when I open up but you snap back (Ha)
When I’m the one that’s worried bout wherever yo ass et
Emotions flood this track and I’m running the last lap (For

to get exposed on the microphone
By the everlasting freestyle fuckin’ assassin
That crazy mothafucka who ain’t never thunderclappin
Im face smashin'

It’s crazy like it’s Mad Max
Didn’t lack broke my finger on his face, facts
Fixin’ that’s a pain in the ass, hospital mad packed
COVID-19 got everything

never thrive)
I am the God of here

Everyday grinding up on that storefront
Getting half a check it's aight tho
Most my homies ain't get shit
Waste money

admit I been quiet
But off that I'm tired
You got beef?
I'll fry it
Now which motherlover
Wanna try it?
My silence's an act of charity
And now unmerrily

with no hesitation,
I crashed the party no invitation,
I'm at the bar completely wasted,
Like a mask I'm literally off my face,

But never off pace, I

shit right
Mean the rap fat, too many looking past that
On a fast track better fill it to the gas cap
Where the fat stacks and the bitches with her ass

wouldn't be here
If I believed them back then
My teachers tell me you a loser
Get out my class
You're gonna be dead by 21
Uh back on my real shit
Spitting

standing taller
Than this Hobbit did in my empire
I've never seen such a wacky face
Even my harem would agree that
You have no game
You'd piss yourself

the strap

Get in Floyd face and snatch off his hat

I dont trust GPS I got my eyes on the map

I been in the roughest places and I know where they at


(Hook

The devil want me
Pay the price
Drinkin', smokin', getting' high
Take a pill, I'm feelin' fine
Say these words
My words divine
Might put them in the bible,

morning
Melatonin
No emotion showing
But my love be growing
That got me feeling heroic
Pray for the one’s who be hating on me
One day away from the top

I'm saying
Motha fucka that's right
I got no one who's better
Got all depressed
So I wrote all these letters
Momma's the best
I could say that with

Chorus:

Bring that boom <(ya ya)>
Heads banging Bass 
So loud it’ll Brake that groove <(ya ya)>
Wired up Fuck up with my boys  ya 
They’ll bring

first song Shady that was a flop
Got your missus so wet she's gunna need a mop
Think my shits a disgrace I can see it on your face
But this is my

on y'all like Moss and flee
Show up or be shown up because I've got to peace
That was the Jim Thorpe effect on my philosophy
But somewhere down the line I

it's whack
And nah I don't take it back like what do I say to that
You real here but you faking that
Do I wait for a way or do I make the path like
I'm

love em/
They the ones that face me backwards talkin' bout the things I wasn't/But lies are just truth if you hearing one side/
cnd eyes can't make proof

The streets are cold like "Nah you don't say"
Chilling, billing in my own lane
Woah, wait
Been a minute since i jumped on a track but i'm back now
No more