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face when you spit a bar about race
Seriously, I don't eat. Hand shaking on every beat
I can spot a fake a mile away. Stay away from me
Never really wore

What is home when it turns on you?

Yo, my house is on fire
Homelands on fire
Neighborhoods on fire
The whole world's on fire
Damn

I was outcasted

those? In
The belly of the beast
I am not afraid I've slain many beats
Shut me especially in the Middle East
I just stop and think of
Y'all anytime I get

stop me?
Hit her from the back, pussy wetter than some mac and cheese
Please give me that MAC-11
I keep tellin' these pussy niggas, I don't think I

PLT looks better
When you take it off
Uptown wit a couple bands
'bout to cop the latest drop
If I see a pagan, stop
I'm really from the jungle
You know

Explains the bald eagle

Stop that listen quick arithmetic clique to clique
Jumping city kid is insidious raised spoiled wasting n making spoiled food thats

each other to get through this! Now more than ever!
I can't look after anyone right now. Especially you. You keep reminding me of her.
Why do you want

checked the mic 1-2 its' on
rigity Red, bigity Black, get up with this you can't go back
tisket tasked cock the hamma blast it
homies try to flex your pain

your settling
Lack of good rap is now a memory
You can look back, study Scott Mescudi
When it wasn't all about who got less money
I'm just a sponge being

it burns, and it hurts
Don’t get offended by words
They didn’t come from my head
I think that my pen has been cursed
I need a casket, a hearse
A flower

the way to fix my pockets
And they'll do anything to be the Topic
Oh ya'll niggas need to stop it
Yea ya'll need to stop it now

Aye Listen
I know they like

of its greed
Am I getting too serious?
Well this was meant to be a love song
Well it is a love song because I love my people

Not so long ago, back in

so silly
I was at it for years and aint made any pennies
I moved cross country, checking off city by city
Now I look back and I gotta stop complaining

my mom calling Springer and Maury
Wasn't fortunate to get bit by the spider
Isn't that kid HighTyde's ghost rider
I need my own super hero-plan
Putting

missing
Cause he didn't want to listen
When I told him that the nine
Was going to start pissing yeah
Riding low
On the low
Selling blow
What you know
About

Like, bitch, you so crazy, better get up out my way
Like, bitch, get back up, yeah, she stick the pole up
Yeah, she said I wasn't shit, I'm like, bitch,

and listen
You can love it and like
Only time I ever stop is
When I'm takin' a pee
You take an L, I get a fee
You been spittin' for free
I'm the type to build

'cause you got some buffs, bitch, I'll steal your Cartis
The crib on the Northside look like a haunted house
In a tree across from where he stay, I

on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on

I know sometimes it's hard
And sometimes it's tough
But if you want that dream
You can't settle for much
Even when you stuck, tryna get that buck
I

cause nigga, I don't lie
District only, if I'm lying, I'm flying
223 on me, he started crying
Hit from the back and I'm breaking her spine
Feel like Meek

Life still goes on don't rely on no one 
I doubt my dad will even listen to this whole song 
I bottle up emotions then turn the microphone on 
This gass

artificial
I don't need no artificial
I don't flaunt no (yeah, oh)
Artificial ends

At the age to separate the homies from the friends
When shit hit

never her scene Got it written all over her - obscene
A bad temper is what she got
Fueled by spite, don’t know how to stop
Nice hair, but bad habits
Every

out only onе rapper is hard as me
Some niggas on thе chart but we don’t see the cash in reality
But you know when you see me I look at the part
Y’all