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ill when it comes t' this shit Bolt 4G, hope ya ready t' sprint
'Cause I'm gonna lap you again and again til your top begins t' spin, get it? Lap top

Bro, I thought this was a must
Not half a year, but forever just us
I don't have a brother metaphorically cut
Me in half but my heart rate stopped

will see you again, once I'm better i will let you know when
But before I go I must be informing, once again take my words as a fair warning
I was

me so you must not hitting it right
I be fly like a eagle I smoke on my za and get high as a kite
She ask me do I love her I told her I might
I don

better hit my line
I don't give a damn if he think he fine
I don't give a damn if he think he kind
Must've bumped his head
If he think he mine
They be

gunnin with the Three 6
40 Cal in my draws runnin from them laws
A clip is rolled in my sock
Im hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,

even run
Told myself I gotta get it nigga I’m am the one
And I just keep getting better when they think that I’m done
Perfecting my craft, better myself

ninjas did
Your laughter is a clanging in my ears
But my anger's misdirected by haranguing all my peers
'Cause i saw the dude who took it, he looked a tad

here serving p's and living with my mama
I ain't even have a car still I took it far
Now I'm pulling up for all the times I was starving
Surrounded by

They're so cheap, the victories won by a person unhinged
To get my revenge might not make me much better than them
Then, what is to sin?
To trespass?

Everybody in that place must've been his friend
They all headed for me I said this is the end
But where I come from we don't give up without a fight

They

bad
Get a new butt
Catch up with the balla
Pastor keep me in ya prayer
Here I come to  give this to you aye give it to god
Polluted bread don't get

Hopes' of his bail money not reading commas

but my father was the ink when they removed him from the pen
he must've liked to write 'cuz he would up in

to better our own lives
Today we unravel how to sap the life essence from an Internet Personality

I got that Brian David Gilbert energy
I got that Brian

the 'burbs
Come down you see I get love like Lord though
Rucker Park nights
Must have robbed Ford autos
I loved the 911 until they
Came with the four door
I

Cause nowadays, little black boys don't get no justice

Instead, they get profiled, stereotyped, devalued, and taken from us
Now, take it from us
That

amen, amen.

Welcome to my terror dome.
i'm glad to invite you, i'm your host, flesh bone. niggas
have come from (????) in you when i ran in my thug
zone.

Tolerated by some like some monster 
But they all come back for advice like a doctor 
So here’s a story yeah it goes something like this 
Now that things are

Cut them up, founding there body
In a different place I don't
Ask for a, lot y'all must
Of forgot that King Ju still
Number one guy, I'm not lie

truthless
We both go through this, through this

Someone asked me have you had sex, it's been a week
I said your love for girls must be pretty weak yeah

't give a fuck come to ya block and I'm letting shit buck
Let it erupt and I call it enough
Blowing the eagle so you better duck
You know that he moving you

mission,
c lot runners in the day be crawling through they nights there's no mystique in shape shifting 
These powers don't come with shiny suits, ain't

different. And Herman only has looks and that is why he felt threatened by me because I was born better looking.
Anyway Glaucia became a way after performing

Take your seats, it's time to shuffle up and deal
I came to ruffle some feathers, I don't give a fuck how you feel
Y'all be on some Scooby-Doo shit,