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on a carton
Fucked around and made yourself target
I mark em, long range, shoot that boy like a marksman
Imma pimp baby,I never needed you
Wasn't love, but my

(pissed too)
Her lips turning purple from bite marks
And my lips turning purple, go die hard(go die)
When you walked in the room I seen bright sparks
But it

Moving my Glock like Og lock I ain't going nowhere no more
With the black mark X in front of me I can't think straight I miss my Ex
She peng I know but I

like
On your marks, get set, go
Im the nigga with the sick ass
Flow and the hot lines
Im on the corner like the stop signs
By the chinese store
Eyes low

Hear you all the time
I don't really care about that
Real ones on my side
I can guarantee you that
If you by the line, put you back on track
Fuck

I'm done, suppose it's that
(I thought different)
Too entwined in souls, to be as smart to know, that I was all but owned, by this type of hoe, I

Tried

ain't it with this picture painted
It costs
Peace to Bobby Ross
I got the dippin sauce

Baby boy I got trade secrets
Quick with the math
Rubber Band

to me ride
From hard porn to the nice girls their kissin me Hi!
That's da rhythm from my Italy, South Sicily, side
Cool like Mountain Skiing in Austria

without a care
I'm the boy that can't be touched
But I want Mark you with the clutch
My hands pop quick like rubber bands to put some heat deep in your gut

Don't mean you're the gang or homie


I got some custom shells 
It's got your name on it unless your tryna break the spell 
Cah I ain't trust myself 
I

I double do dare you to start your day with dominance by pointing
To yourself and yelling out "I'm a beast!"
Yea I heard you mane
Now lets get to work

Perfect storm?
Cause once you're mine once you're mine
There's no going back

Mark my words
This love will make you levitate like a bird
Like a bird without

section, Mom get the bread out 
The selection is pretty tapped, one 
Last roller derby and a ninja by Nash
The latter's corny, I pick the former 
Formerly

burn through his head
Till the skin scratch Shrek
On the disks in his neck
Man I'm left impressed
I'm the best
They confused, and distressed by my text

me how you really feel?
You're just another target you're a mark
To test the schemes I'm planning
Once you're in my sights you're getting
Shot up by my

rounds at my bedside
Don't let the lead fly while you're turning up
Now you turn up as the dead guy
Bagging half dykes to get by, I'm getting head, I hold

all colours no apartheid
Some my boys rap but they know that I'm the best though
Hitting all the marks/Marx like I wrote the Manifesto
I can never rest

Classic
Grinding everyday
You’re the shoulder you could lean on superman
You do your stunts yourself oh the script is still yours
From the concrete

hand
That's how you know I'm finna get a hater
I'm on the track with no cap, boy
To leave a mark that's larger than a crater
I am explosive, cause crater

Yeah
Ooh, Ooh, Uh huh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna, Ooh
I wanna

I wanna flex on my ex (My yeah)
I wanna bury a check (A check)
Count hundreds by

you check in to it
But the problem is you're probably
Lookin' right through it

It started for me back in seventy-two
I really wasn't sure what I wanted

on every page
The only real tale' you know
Are from your braids stop acting slick
You're a closed-minded coward
Think you got flow? Miss
You don't even

Yuh
Got the Yeezys on, you know it's lit
Fuck with me on the block, you know you're gonna get hit
If you see a skinny white boy, wearing Supreme
You

address me
Yeah my trigger finger itching hoe that bitch might need caressin'  
Time's up, ya time's up let's cut the tension
I get 'em lined up, them boys