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All thanks Sushi truly a blessing
Got a spit heat
They call it a weapon
If you run up on me, I'm slapping your headspins
Been a long time
Can't miss

murder is what I mean
You're either a man or a woman
There is no in between
Use your preferred pronouns, what you mean?
You can follow the world
I'd rather

lets try this one
Like Michael Angelo bitch how I major in art
Once I get a handle on beat
You can't hold a candle to me
It's my favorite part
I am so

money or you not
I be at it, when talkin' that static
But they never gown' spark
Better days, we gown' have again
Remember days, couldn't handle it

Who done left their kid behind and sent a check
Cause they can't bother, real shit
I was raised by my brother and my mother
I'm unique, every problem

raised a fool, you done raised a fool (ay)

My whole family love the earth, we came from the dirt
Where the raisins burn, best thing they can do is stay

Walked out feeling all disgusted
Burned in this heat caused by my greed
Trapped in this locked up castle
No way out though latched myself low
Lights

days go by, then you say hi
We both taking approaches so what we got? Oh, ay, that's the bell, I gotta go, we can talk later, waking

Up at seven, go

I'll take what chu care bout

Jus so you can know it's facts

A' Year lata
Da cheerleada I'd just macked

Mannn the struggles of being a blackjack
She

wrecked, bitch
You can come with me or get left behind
You should know by now, all the shade don't matter
When nothing blocking out my shine
I've been saying

Yeah I handle biz
Make her want me again 
Fantastico the performance
Yeah I love the enjoyment
Until the end
And afterwards
If we can 
I say my graces

I get it right out of Kentucky fuck the derby it's the opps that do the running
If you want the heat my brother up the fire no time for shoving
If we

charging, in peace
They wanna force a release
If I explode , let out the beast
That's kettle hot 100 degrees
It's a change in the heat for the brothers
That

about no cousin
He ain’t my brother so fuck em
He ain’t the gang I won’t trust em
Stay with the heat like a oven
There go them twins yea they buzzing
They

of high school
But they doctors using bullets to prescribe you

They love it when that coroner describe you
Toe tag, was tagged by four rags for cold cash

get in my range
But that petty lil bitch trynna fuck for a fee
When I wanna stuff up sum knots in my jeans
Like I swear ian trynna be mean
You Can't sit

got put up on your head by the fam huh
Then your body start to flinch huh, you start swinging like a kid now
Now there's blood up on the floor, having

about the hammer that a pop got more shots that you can handle get smoked like camel sprayed like a vandal if he wanna bark get sparked just like a candle

What a gift, life!
It's truly more than our hearts can handle

What a gift, hope!
True hope only comes from our Lord Jesus Christ!

What a gift,

projected I watch myself toss and turn
Then get a bit restless
As you search my phone like what bitch he sexting
This paranoia may give a brother an aneurysm

a casket nap
Cass' can rap, you can't compare him to me
I'm ya savior
It's like scripture when they
Hear it from me i snap back
(snapback) so cats in this

Turn other cheek in this crisis
Wanna change how they look at us like savages
Ravages, that can't never handle it
When in fact, we can
It's just with us,

Empty the Clip

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls [Clean]

1996

the script
And pop in my clip, and puttin' my pump-pump on ya
And lettin' you see the fire in my eyes
And now that ass is a fuckin' goner
You can run up,

the unseen guess I'm Zim
Trust I know that they can't relate
My little brother Alexander
So you know I was gon be great
If you don't fucking know
I'm Mr