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everywhere with your gun
This beef ain't over, it's barely begun
Parking up carelessly, I'm there at your drum
You'll get shot in your chest
It might tear

to penetrate
Worldwide

*Verse1*
(Junior)
You're looking strange at me
Because no one has told ya
That us polynesians be keeping it undercover
Self profile, we

I'm in love with your eyes and hooked on your smile oh baby
Yeah you're beauty and you're grace, when I saw your face I fell over
Head over heels

I'm hopeless, it's the slogan
Saw the omen so I sold my soul to the devil himself
About to level up
You pray to god
Brought the devil up
Pedal

pain when flies irritate - come by
Appetite never existed, happened I mended lips with one
Side of a milo mug but my hands prevented from lifting;
Double

Walking up
I can already tell
It's been too long
Fresh shape up and clean J's on
Got me tripping over my steps
He's eva nice
On the mic
He make crowd

you feel the best you ever felt
Cuz I think you're one who deserves it
You the type to see me again by forgetting something on purpose
I'm surface level

keeping it real
Honestly you a level up I've been tryna reach
Oh my God you got everything I'm craving
All this facetime got me so impatient
I wanna feel

In-hand
Were walking side by side 
Down this broken road
That we used to know 

But now the memories are tattered and burning 
This isn't growing up this is

No one to screw my mental
I’m staying on level
I’m pushing to the pedal
I’m beating on the devil
Momma said be careful
Live my life for them
If can’t

The vibe too strong next level elevation
Our new theme song so lets keep it in rotation
Lets take a ride on the highway
After work girl you feel like

We Can Get Gangsta

Project Pat

Mista Don't Play: Everythangs Workin [Clean]

2001

llao (weed)
Said dey want to get good shit for da low-low
Fred grew-up wit dis nigga by da bayou
Could be da po-po, dats da way my mind think
Thought

Writing rhymes, yeah I'll do it 'til the day I die
Gonna keep pushing, never slowed by the tide
My words are my weapon, they're my strongest tool

care
Cuz I know I'm the truth
And you wouldn't fucking dare
Don't cross this teddy
Or you'll get the bear
I did it independently
And got noticed by 6Sec

without any mercy
They shield themselves by fucking you and making controversy
Everything from San Francisco to New-fucking-Jersey
It's an all-out civil

be
I be Spraying bullets with my kind vocabulary on another level you could call it evolutionary
Revolutionary with the sax as my secretary you know

let's me know it's real
I know my homies could even deal
My cup runneth over but you don't see spills
Just trails of bullshit I left
In my music I must

guys, knows I, is the one
But still give the praise to the most high
Should've seen ya bitch face when we drove by
She tryna kick it like Muaythai 
Took

which cometh our help
Psalm 121 it tells us, Our help cometh from you LORD
We receive a double portion of help
We receive a double portion strength

to the creme 
Getting money by the hour
They see it coming fast 
Now they hating, looking sour
I be dripping splash 
Fuck around and park a yacht
I started out

an I’m making it a hassle don’t be acting bashful because I got your girl hiding in another castle asshole

1st Verse
I’m thinking you really better level

Charlie Brown ass nigga, you ain't got clips 
I wanna spoil you babe, keep you looking right
Hair done, nails did, babe keep it tight
Real nigga over here,

and slash through my own wounds
Yall be so full of it ain't no more room
I don't get people that think not likin a post
Equal you havin some upper level

gathering, but none of them's the culprit
The level of flow is too low; all I hear are flat rhymes
A punchline and the blows fly, then it's dispatched
There