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Fucked on a baddie she crazy like Steve O
Sing to my bitch I'm feeling like Smino
Young nigga turnt born in 03 like Greedo
My life like a game and I got

They work best when under pressure
I work best when over it
My feelings ain’t on the stretcher
I’m promise I’m over it
Cause all this hate up in my

done
Picking on you to share enjoyment yeah
I'm just making fun
Know that shit get vicious it's wicked all in the place we from
But I was born sovereign

items
just a warning to you tough guys enough with the lies turning out to be stone cold snitches and spy’s
Get riches get by eating off the pie in

to out-power a horse
Providin' thy with fire to burn like a torch
My music you feel in your bones
'Cause my lyrics were sent by the Lord
And all of these people

and sound wack
Fake every single day but never hesitate to yell facts
I hope you rats get your tails caught by a house cat
What happened in that hotel room

not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page

Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in

got questions
Lot to take in hope you get it all
If you talkin' money we could get along
By the first verse I just kill them all
6ix12 don't need to get

Born and raised in a house where the lord is praised
If he'd forbid to walk this way or say the things that she wanna say
Bein’ nice n’ clean was

sound horrible now
I'm like, what the fuck happened
I a'int even got no inspiration
I mean, back in they day I used to
Be inspired by what niggas was

rap about nothin
And make it sound like it is gold
Just so you know, I'm over all these
Trifling hoes if someone tells me they
Love me I put a knife in

deafening I can't stand the sound
And you can find my soul buried in a dirt mound
I'm a dopamine fiend there's no pleasure in sight
And I only come alive when

in they bones
They prolly practice and shit and they homes huh
I don’t know, I’m just guessing
But it sound right, don’t it
I had a dream I won

A legend is born from a champion standing on any obstacle in his path
Dreams become realities and nightmares still go untold
Yet the souls of kings

on the other side of lens getting 1080
It caught my eye but it's pitiful design
I recommend you get yourselves in touch with Visuals By Mind
Like
What the hells

Yeah it's  CheddahWizzy baby(J sound on the beat)
Omo Naija, oh oh oh

Omo Naija, Oya Mr sweety na Naija heyyy
Omo Naija, Oya CheddahWizzy na Naija

the revolution through my ammunition
Cuz I was born to use mics and give out Melodies 
Man I knew one day I would make a lotta enemies 
You know my brother always

surmise
It from my rhymes
I was in-spired
By an NF-ing Goat
The Reaper
And the Gods that Rap
Of Evil
Twins and sheep that dress
Like people
Left from hell

rolled her eyes like Thomas and friends. An angel in disguise I was once warned by Brandy. Her controlling ways remind me of Mr. Grey from Fifty Shades,

having colonized several islands
in the West Indies and the new world at large,
stumbles a small island with extremely hostile inhabitants.
One

wasn't born into no money still got rich by 17
Never asked no one for nothing somehow they still asking me
Big bro left me all alone it turnt my heart into

behind him
Gatsby believed in a green light
The orgastic future
That year by year recedes before us
It eluded us
Then but that's no matter
Tomorrow we will

Yo
Ayo Trinz
It's fucking 12am and fucking I'm gonna rip this beat, trust me
Ay Trinny, turn it up a bit in the headphones please bro
Let me hear

Intro
You can't stop my press Elles Elles Elles Elles still you try to stop what you cant my press rich kidd what up son uh you know we get it in