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she’s biting the head
Chillin’ in a sauna gettin sweaty wit a yung hoe
She and a machete go gung ho on my bunghole
She’s goin’ down like Old Yeller
She’s

know its good for me like vegetables
But I care too much about too many things
I swear it's gettin old...
And so am I
I know the time now is do or die
If

Seems like shit just gettin worse gotta protect the youth
Don't care for designer mix supreme with thehrdtruth
Mama getting older I just pray I make

cold and they gettin' you froze
I'm drippin' all the way from the head to the toes
But I'm not here to talk about muthafuckin' clothes
Imma put 'em in

behind like a spy
Got the nine by my side
It's a fuckin' drive-by at the drive thru
Homicide and some large fries too
It's no surprise I don't like you

fair was just some shit the rich made up
Genius though I ain't no hater just a washed brain
Became a G-Nah in a race against my mama pain
She prayed

ya
Secrets that I told ya
Back at it again it's never gon end we just gettin older
While we laying in bed, what's on your head, make a confession
Say

No. 8

Statik Selektah

8

2017

got these niggas strappin' they vests up
Bitch niggas get to talkin', then I'm grabbin' the head clip
My OG said, "Don't let these rap niggas stress

I'm gifted so my head down on a mission 
Bitch I'm focused with precision, as I try to paint my vision
Trynna beat this system but man everyone's

my life dawg
Imma do it right, it won't happen over night
You gotta fight dawg
No light work, when your head hurts
You know you been working for some

(Its about 4am... 4:30 or some shit)

Caught up in the late thinkin bout you baby...
Caught up in the late night thinkin bout u
Tryna figure out why

a situation
When I looked
It wasn't ugly
Head nod's my gesture 
I'm the aggressor 
You ain't run 
I ain't sweat ya
She the type only gets caught when she let's

smelling funky
Niggas serving all the junkies
Steady gettin to the money
Niggas mad they can't keep up
Got a black card and a visa
Table full of money

cause you listen, baby
Some things gettin' complicated
Feelin' better when I'm with you, baby
If we got a problem, we gon' situate it
You wasn't lovey

Catch a fucking bullet, nigga
Catch a fucking bullet, nigga
Catch a fucking bullet, nigga
Catch a fucking bullet, nigga

Better keep your head

inside of my head and it's always
Between a rock and a hard place
Now I'm dozing off on the bombay
Goin down all the wrong ways
Gettin lost in the hard

Culinary arts
Brah I just play my part
Brah I go hard
Came up with my crack jar
Caught my first charge
Before I drove my first car
Got some head
Before

my ex that gettin' get back ain't no fun huh?
Wakin' up in sweats, tryna beat the sun
Know some niggas booked a quarter ball for goin' on the run

without you in my bed
Nuff boy, a road a have some gal a buss dem head
Me just a ask di father fi free up me problem
Dem

It's all on my mind,
Even though

was so deep off on that water
Man, I swear I almost drowned
Like I got snatched by the reaper
But I feel resurrected now
You know when I was poppin'

affected by me
What is it mentally?
I feel so imprisoned to be
Continuously rippin' the nicotine and hittin' that wicked weed
Got me some Listerine to clean

buried, cause you niggas is some clowns and y'all scary, bitch
Cause I'm the fuckin' Grim Reaper,
Pull up with your bitch in all black two-seater
I don't

the envelope
Unsend my messages
They wasn't really gettin through
I'm askin G like
What the fuck has gotten into you
Puttin money on my head
Is like the lottery

need no pity, hope you hear me, I don't speak for acceptance
Just tryna learn to keep my head high
Cause if I look down at the ground, might fuck around