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to scam rich niggas no more
But I still dump this clip out in slow-mo
Launching bullets like I'm Tony Romo
Leave him in red like the scythe on my logo
And I

of fact send my condolences to the little man
I gave you plenty for free
Now I'm giving you a skip taste of additional product
You sit with it you come back

ashes
And the temple of your gods
Creeping in your shadow
Feeding the monster deep inside your soul
 
Knock knock Johnny's coming here
A little red rum

tryin' to get by?
You'd be surprised what you come up with when pain forms, brainstorm
Close deals champagne pours desire to obtain more
Who doesn't want

don't wanna begin
I'll make 'em feel bad and then they'll wanna get in
On a little plan to save me
I don't want your pity
Just come by already
Then you

drive
Me crazy by
Telling me to scoot over?
There's only so much room in this truck
Or would you tell me there's still enough for a little love?
Could you

we ended up scraping by
At a truck stop singing at the end of the line

I was thinking back on a pretty good time
Playing crossword games in

I left the key by the door you can come right in
Sorry my hands are dirty I was just cookin'
Take a look out back go and check out the garden
You're

a little fame that's burglary
Oou
Stop with all the capping, all these mad lies
Niggas switch they team up every season
Like a franchise
Complaints ain't

from my head
Gave you a blood-red rose
From my heart so I bleed out slow
All while the emptiness grows
But you never cared and it shows
I stuck by you

part of the price damn you

I knocked a thot up who ain't on my level
So my little angel, she came from the devil
F**k all your problems b**ch I got like

Awurade
Enieɛ yɛbɛkoo yɛbɛ kɔ
Awurade beyɛ oo ɔbeyɛ
Just some crazy little kids inside a treehouse
Plotting out our lives we had it laid out
Ain't no need

my Dorothy sprinting
I been too tired and driving around
Ran a red light paranoid by the sounds
Ain't been productive just down in my room
Can't put no

on purpose
I'm his little convict
Futuristic like Jetson
Anything but a yes man
Always keep them guessing
So they forget the question
I beat my face
Red devil

And those red rain boots
Will only keep you dry for a little while so
Let's find a fire somewhere darling and put our soulstoes between us

MadBadLove lines

me
Gotta find me in the red coupe
That's my boo looking pretty new
Yeah I got the juice yeah cooking up
Fucking up turning up don't give a fuck
Don't

Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'll admit it, I was gone for a little minute
Forgot my crown to the top but now I'm back to get it
Y'all thought I was

"Batman by the deadly weapons we hold, you'd be fools to move
What are you doing here?
Checking out a book
Checking out a book?!
Exactly Boy Wonder

to handle the pressure
Got to give an A for effort to secure this treasure
Got to step my swag up probably dress a little fresher
Got to beat the other niggas

all in one, can't question my style
You've seen what I've done, the best by a mile
Chain got me icy
Get bitch slapped if you come try me
Don't come back

Wrapped up in nylon
See through my lowercase eyes
Looking for shelter amongst those seedy little spies
Everybody shows me where I gotta go
But it's

how would you go?
Opposites attracting, all the mismatching
Pieces, who would ever know?
Who would ever back them fitting like that?
Then reason is way

Snows flying outside
She's perched by the fireside

Cozy blanket round the face
She goes to get a little taste - of something
Red, warm and dry

back together, my grin turns to a smile 
And red drops ascend from immaculate tiles 
But little we knew we danced in reverse 

A spring of black blood