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and I spit it with lovey flow,
I'm skilled enough to slide a grown man up under a closed door,
There's too many grown little boys living in a fantasy

bachelors' still in your CV
Like wait I'm right it's still in your CV
Damn I'm so busy my people forgive me
Tell EK City daddy's running Lasgidi
Bumper

they were finishing the song anyway
By the time the song ended people were kissing each other
Hugging each other crying on each other's shoulders
It was

your budget Hit
This job's a dull sword Never cutting it
With your little sly remarks on some subtle shit
That's a hit Then I'm slapped by

Dear Rap let's take a walk so you and I can have a little talk
Word is you ain't doing well, well I'll be damned that makes two of us
I made plans

of the street that was dusty and narrow
The dirt was some chickens and sparrows
A dog slept in the shade
And the people they strolled
Like they felt plum

Aye you know who doesn't like Mac Lethal?
Black people
You know who doesn't like black people?
Mac Lethal maybe if he didn't act emo
Or one time

died
And I'm thankful the vet had the meds
That could buy you a little more quality time
Till the second I kissed you goodbye With the tears in my eyes

Ugh, Ugh)
People coming to me, Asking what's the motive
Don't think all rappers put lean in they soda (Lean)
I peep the tension whenever I go there
I see

Can give a fuck about how I'm viewed by the people
I'm trying to make it for my kid
I'm all in, tried every hustle trying to make some dividends

that you died
And I'm thankful the vet had the meds
That could buy you a little more quality time
Till the second I kissed you goodbye With the tears in

sins, but goddammit
Too many you motha fuckers think this game is tom clancy's
'Fore you heatin all these people down inside a jim dandy
Wont you think

as mother & fog
 Oh! Oh! Oh!
   Sea! Osh!
 Where's yr little Neppytune
    tonight?
 
These gentle tree pulp pages
which've nothing to do
with yr crash roar,

in the night sky
People look for all their lifetime
I'm staring at you at your bright eyes
Love will come if its the right time
Cause
I belong with you

BTA on left pocket you know that that's drippy

7months straight paying bills with no incomes
I got broke She broke up 'cause that's was a issue

me over the edge
And I kinda made me a pledge
That I'd keep up the streak of sobriety for at least a second
And now it's been seven months and each

daytime
In the back of my mind, it wasn't fine
Petrified by this design, need realign
I put my cards on table and roll sevens every time
Don't you have some

Colder

This room is getting colder by the second 
If hell is hot
Is it cold up in heaven 
Maybe not
And maybe I’m just tripping 
I like to talk about

pretend that I don’t care about you
When 24/7 everyday from past years
It’s always been you

There would be millions of things ran through my head
Worrying

number two
Glock ain't got a body yea
Yea it's a virgin foo
He was talking crazy about my people I had to murk his crew
Crazy about them cats damn you

life so lavishly
Got a shawty by my side she a masterpiece
Got my pedal to the floor no passing me
And I'm way up no gravity
I live this life why you mad

to the pot
Or be trampled by fans
I don't carry dead weight
So you can bury the chance
Of you making it to second base
You sir are second rate
I hear your

Eric calls me
Original Yung Shotta
On my grown man buzz
Now that I'm a little older
So I have to live a little smarter
Got a son and a daughter
People

the inside of me
See, I swore I would never forget the summers that made me
But I so adore the decor of you sat waiting in the corner by the pub door while