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depression 
Just starting that chick fully charged it
My soul is his target
Partially consumed by his darkness
Should I fight it or give up and die quick
I'm

a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck

condescendin'
Although I'm kind of sending a message by even asking
Been receiving slack for these Helvetica bold statements
But the credit I am owed is crazy

Early Riser (Wake Up)
by Spends Quality
(Written by S. Williams)

Wake up, Wake up

Eyes on the prize early rise up late
Skies can't limit

new shit some call it brilliant
But it's natural to me Kat Williams
Let me eat this mic I bet you feel it
Sometimes often I glow feelin' like you off

High Heels & Brushed Steel 
Written by William Duncan & Gregory Dale

I sit here and drink my glass
I’m bout to whoop your ass
You strut in all tall

time, I can't fw sucker sh!t man it's gotta be Mobb
This summer gotta be mine
Feeling like Mr. William Roberts when I'm on the beat
Turned over another

a whole lot but I back up it up
Yeah I still got em beat by a landslide 
Swear that I keep real and I won't lie I'm on the necks like bow ties 

I be

You think you
(Dirty, dirty)
Yeah

First time I heard this beat 
I knew I had to do it dirty
I caught these niggas with all these birds 
I

100 Sins
Thinking bout the niggas that i lost to a dirty ass field
In a hotbox doing da whole dash tryna steal folks shit
See these pussy niggas

Ooh, Beats by Jay, you made this?
Choppa on the track
I'm a man of my own, don't need nobody to hold my hand
Chase a bag don't chase ho's, if you run

Ayy, I had to get my mind framed on the beat
I had to change my mind, friend, when she skit
Woah, I'm just talkin
Don't worry about me, this is a new

Countin' paper, give me paper cuts
Smoke a niggah, ashes to dust
Bring the heat like I lit a blunt, and beat the beat like I threw a punch
Old school

clean it up, I'ma leave it right there
Dirty ass beat with a dirty ass flow
You the type of nigga fuck dirty ass hoes'
Cool ass nigga with his pants so

soul's worth redeemin'

(Ahh) mh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ahh) as I toke my cigarettes, which I don't even smoke
(La, la) walkin' on this dirty

much, way too much
I was talking dirty in your mind, in your mind
Pussy gettin wetty way too much, way too much
I was talking dirty in your mind, in your

up on the beat, so here we go again
And yeah, I been by myself, so don't ask about a friend
And you know I been by my bag, so baby, what you sayin

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

Crazy Rap (Colt 45 & 2 Zig Zags)

Afroman

Sell Your Dope

2000

ran, I jumped out the back window
But her daddy, he was waitin' with a two-by-four
Oh, he beat me to the left
He beat me to the right

Lord Please forgive me, addiction has over cane 
A Fiend for Money, Power I'm victimizing the game 
I'm inchin by towards the flame, I'm wobblin

overseas, make G's and bring it back to the streets
A neverending saga when I rap to these beats
As the minutes go by, you 'bout to get it, know why?
I'm

shit aint no issue
I can do it by myself I can send my lil man to sick em
And this shit might ugly
This a new year man it aint buddy buddy
Ima get more

Don’t try to treat me like dirt

Why did I cast my pearls before swine
By nature they have a dirty mind
Before true beauty they staying blind
They beat me

I don't even fuck with drill beats, I just went and did it for the culture (On gang, on gang)
Aim to kill, find an opp then we flying by just like