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wit the term bad bitch
No sense for self
True identity is what they abandon quick
This isn’t it
Let me find that woman that’s beyond the classes
Not

terms swap 

Mile every minute 
Mind going kushophrenic 
Ladies call me Steve job 
Mac on em
Pull extensions 
Yeah I'm living in a world 
Where

switch lanes
To beat the traffic ah, explain my core in this state ah
Flip games in terms I create a, finger quick kick it off the hot plate ya
Same game

you I'm just spitting game not tryna be official
Talking long term but that's a loaded missile need a rain check but don't you change extensions
Second

to terms with what you feel inside
Put them feeling aside stick to feeling this vibe you know it feel good

And it feels good
I’ve reached my light

Soul fin tap in as soon is funds is stupid
Bad bitch stupid, smart enough to run a business
Press on's and some lash extensions
I done used the badder

within a Month
How's that for a depiction
Another one of the devils Afflictions
From my lack of jurisdiction
In terms of the crucifixion

Bad habits, I got

You ain't dodgin' these - lets be realistic
When I buss I got aim I don't need an extension
Kill shit on and off the field like OJ
I'm the nigga that

I swear I'm lappin these bitches (On god!)
Bitch I go million miles a minute
I heard yo boy just got a glock with extensions (Sticks)
But that bitch

terms and just say that "I get you fool"

Third eye on my head I'm seeing demons
What are the odds I wanna get even, they
knocked me out of order but I've

the kitchen
Heard you called the feds on me
This lead come with extension
Heard you called the feds on me
My trigger finger itching
Heard you called the feds

the trenches with extensions on parole
Looking like I ain't focused You can't be the top nigga
You ain't got the spirit, you gon' have to kill people
Man, it's

you figure when I'm dealing you I'm just spitting game not trying to be official
Talking long term but that's a loaded missile, need a rain check, but

Home run, own this shit
Simple terms, the answer is no
I say we rich and famous
(We are)
I say I know we made it
(We made it)
Cause we’re rich and famous

every time we play Luka
You got more sheep than running a damn farm
Actually the term is wool
Imma get my rant on like Andrew Panton
Wood, sheep, wheat,

you I'm just spitting game not tryna be official
Talking long term but that's a loaded missile need a rain check but don't you change Extensions
Second

from extensions to cordless
All the shots, harmonious like a Winans chorus
Them sopranos known for high notes
I know some niggas that sung like a bird

the Nine
The best to ever do it 
You from the hood 
But You's a b****
The term is gender fluid 
You in the streets 
But You's a snitch
Even your mama knew it

give me power like cable extension cords
It's like a desperate war with rhymes and metaphors
Spit lines that make your head pop like kettle corn
Stop,

words, Inked out pin, Extension use it deadly talking ad verbs
Back when I was carrying niggas now my back hurt, I rap merc, Kill em wit kindness hop

the extension

ARPs, brodie got a ton
Long nights by myself
Broke, I ain't slept none
And then I just get to thinking like, shit

I'm above all this shit, man
Not

Open Mic Night [Remix]

The High & Mighty

Increase the Beats, Vol. 2

1998

high price gangrere 
Battle the best motherfuckers and whoever they bring here 
Long term, sought through rations 
I even put freestyle under special

the country's off it's tits
And my short term memory is shot to bits

I don't want it to be legalised
You shouldn't want it to be legalised either
Well you might

With your wellbeing, and if you feel okay
Bitch, you wasn’t here a year ago
Why are you here today?
I got professor paper
Your money need an extension