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Said he told his mother he was bi he ain't know what to do
Heard she was steaming boutta kick him out or something
Let's lessen your mind stop by
the clay
Do you remember when we prayed for change?
Tell me what year is it now?
Well, I can't say cuz the new calendar hasn't started yet
We're counting
It seems like every time I come around
You say jay where have you been
'Cause you can't get your mind off all
The things you hear from your
your kicks
Matter fact you're pussy give me your bitch
Cam is clappin oh man can't go shit with Samuel Jackson
It's a time to kill what do I do my
me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel
I chills like scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props
You know?
solid never turn into a lame
I rep F4DEDBOY$ that's forever the gang
I can't be stopped you gonna feel this when it drop
I got the merch too tell me when
you get in here
Kick him off the roster
Yall is all my son
Call me Mr Foster
Oh you vaccinated
Cause they told you
blah blah --
I can't fuck with
like David Ruffin
Which one of you punk ass rappers tryna face me
The broke bitch or the bum drinking fake lean
No reasonable doubt I'm the greatest like
Trust issues
Switched up the number, I can't be bothered
I cannot blame you for havin' an angle
I ain't got no issues, I'm just doin' my thing
Hope
This kinda reminds me of Jay-Z reasonable doubt
T.I. I'm serious
I'm Fillup Banks by the way
Welcome to Ambitious
Used to pull up on a motherfucka
In the bowels of life
The only thing we're promised is death what
Do you use to kill the pain?
Rappin' was something that I did when I
Was younger,
on me boy you gone get your life snatched
Now go talk to the lord for to get your life back
We gone roll him in a gar make him a nice pack
That's coming
and be with that
Man if you
Can't find happiness with me/
And I
don't wanna lose you from my life
But honestly
You gotta make up your mind
And don't
to see light
And my, will you side with me?
I wanna know myself
Shake my hand and see the sky
Tell him it's been a ride
In the end it's alright
I wanna
be speedin' down that bitch, I'm goin' straight to you
Uh, always knew you still thought about me
Now cut the doubt
Lyin', lyin' entirely to every
soulmate
Looking at you makes my lips ache
I can't say the things you make me
Do you have a clue what I
Think of when I see those eyes
Way you make me doubt
carry-on... can't check it (I)
I got a bagel with my alcohol for breakfast
I went down
Kiss him, Kiss him
Li-Likka
Down
Time to go
He a tricka, tricka
Down
By
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used
And Tyler mentioned that you missed a spot?
Yeah, he told me you take care of him all of the time
You made a difference
And little Madison's calling you "Mom"
carnival thrills
Where's that other little rich little fag
Looking for Brandon cause we can't stand him
I know my boys make the bass go boom
But shhh, you
If you ain't tryna die with him
All this loud in wood
Bitch you gone hear it
Gureilla glue in this wood
Bitch you gone feel it
Think I want a dirt
a distance, i'm feeling like Curry now
Speaking on me might just go get you buried now
Pop for the gang you know imma do me
Nobody dead, then you can't call it
of the Year Show. Well the competitors will be off in a moment
so let me just identify for you.
(Close up on competitors)
Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith (E.I..)
on the window frame
We never took him down
He reminds me of Halloween
And there's this scene in my head
That I just can't forget
Wish that I had taken a picture
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