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Hit the club, thirty minutes
Left with two bitches
Nigga that's some real shit
I ain't give them hoes a
Dime made 'em pay me
Nigga that's a real pimp

We are human beings we deserve to be buried
By our children not the other way around
No matter how u felt about black people
Look at this Mother

pit against
You in this Battle Rap
But judging by your intellect -
I suppose ‘Opposites Attract’

Hey Ferb
Help me search for a legitimate diss
Wouldn’t

pussy pink
She she know I'm Ken Carson she

All my hoes pussy pink
But I stay dressin' all black
I put the lil' bit' in a Hellcat you
Can tell by the way

some trophies
I smoke by my lonely, this one of one
I don't find home in your homies
See the hoe in your homies
I ain’t beefin’ with blacks and latinos

Yeah these niggas crazy

Cannon, you're still trash, nigga
You so wack still
Better AR, better murder kill
Better bar by the end of this real
You be

eat a dick
You be a bitch ass can see the
Grim Reaper, your life will be much deeper
Murder your fam 'cause I
Guess that's much cheaper
Get bodied by

Maybachs
Ratio: two hoes a lap windows down
To give haters somethin to hate at
And I'm talkin' havin' all that ASAP

You better check the clock
Cause our

a huge puke
Pit wounded by heughed cupid
Bruising with skewed uses
Attuned but the truth's fruitless …What
You ain't fucking with my inner
Strength let

the conquered not to resist
Better yet, to make 'em think they are
False enemies are made for you, by you
You still categorise yourselves

So FLY if you think you

just murder them with new flows
Man I felt a way since Kevin Gates was using two phones, really like the what ifs
What if he's the greatest by

the conquered to not resist
Better yet, to make 'em think they are
False enemies are made for you, by you
You still categorise yourselves
so FLY if you think you

This a contest so I gotta go off
The name is Taalib by the way
This how it goes, thinking bout money and flows, paying no time for these hoes
Pray

collapsed inside
I just couldn't handle life
I just worked more than before
Tried to hustle, keep his spirit alive
Got addicted to playing poker
Blew over 2

Ran Up Half A Ticket By My Lonesome
I got shit too doo
Told my hoe don't lie to me
I stretch her oot and stretch the truth
Rush hour like ricky tan

It's Yo Boy Chri$

Yeah
I go by Lanski now
Everybody's calling me Lanski now
I don't know what's up with that, but I like it

I'm on my way up
Coming

finna get my trap on
Hit me on the flip you know I gotta get the sack gone
Niggas been snatching sense bebo
Now these niggas gettin murder ink
Cause they

as a boss
2nd nature, just by breathing I can torch
Your rhyme schemes are Irene, what I mean is your rain on top will be weak when it Reach New York
In all

shit get ugly
Member how these hoes be, When Ian have no money
Ayy
And "Just Another Cold Summer II", It's otw
Why the hell would I keep giving you my

collapsing
The killings the murder
The rap the defilement
The distractions of property
The slotter of youth
Because of one thing they ask for
Freedom

extenuating shittyness
Butch I went thru anything I spit and ain't pretended if
I really hadn't sacrificed my ass would still be acting white
Exasperated by

reaching for peace, these crackers is stubborn
The way that you govern, cold blooded murders
Lopsided verdicts, by kangaroo courts
Racist gavel, with biased

head again you gotta take a peepo
Melly with the murder on the mind I got an issue
With the people judging never showing any virtue
Yeah they judge but

barrel hit you in the back like Ricky
Gotta get my niggaz out so I gotta get paid
Moe and Rock Solid been gone for a decade
Two murder cases in my