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Whip foreign
Honda civic, Acura, Prius

Colonial war machine the seven seas

Get those wise guy ideas out of here
Need a side by side comparison
Oh

stoned for this
Man around the city in known for this
Magic to her ears she gone moan for this
Fighting like kids we 2 grown for us, 
They want to I push

Michael, way too many hanes
Can't be the shit
Surrounded by shit stains
Can't stomach me cuz I'm that pain
I'm Omari & you're seeing a Ghost, Taylor Dane

at home with her and she is not ok



I clock in at 7 I got kitchens to install

I'm getting paid by the hour so it's not a lot at all

I think im gonna be

short kid, a light skin, an Edgar and a emo boy
Uh yeah, two members involved in the killing are still at large by the names of Human Error and um Michael

you can't relish this
I be poppin' tracks out like a mum with seven kids
It's a hard knock life when the door's gettin' kicked
I might be gettin'

own
Still tryna figure this out
I'm tryna find me a girl
Who doesn't want me for the clout
Most of these people are fake
And they wanna reach in my

schools to livin in
Different livin rooms
Drinkin chemicals and makin sure
I'm offending you
Givin juuls to kids to diminish youth
While I'm takin hits

you're goin' harder
Yeah it's sewage day, your place is crass
Your face is trash here I am

You're too late, always gear seven
Yeah no yeast, (what) still

on the Akon track
Haters on my neck
But a bully fight back
These nights are long
I stand 5'7
But my light is tall
Am I really only here cuz I'm white and all

the Queue R kid cause you didn't speak well when you mentioned me
That's why I go freak on a beat
Homemade STU and the shit complete
V wagon the main heat

(Look) filing motherfuckers kids she don't even know and shit
Baby Daddy, Maury Show, I don't even know that bitch
Damn 21, and yo baby turning 7

Blackface of white kids shooting their friends of a nine eleven
To a seven eleven drum thirty six guitar hero clip
I might not exist
Of lord witness to John

quest-love and my roots
I had a couple of lazy days but now I'm back in that creative space. I'm M.R Dot J and I'm Detroit made
And I got a lot left in the gas

to
I was a kid, young boy
Looking around my friends aren't coming to the same school
Plenty things on my mind
Phone full of slides, got to make results

a Bond
That's 007
On track number 7 I talk bout depression
That's no more deflecting
I preach like a reverend, but still I'm irreverent
All on the track I

about did it
I got plaques for my business
I got stacks I got riches
Owe all that to the kids giving clicks to the vids and leeches
1330 but I ain't see

the odd ones but never out
Just a handful of kids acting up
We could make 6 seem like a helluva crowd
Parents had a hard time shutting it down
Way before

eat my Chick fil A chicken sandwich meal in the hay
Seven dollars for a Chick fil A chicken sandwich meal?
What a deal
Ay ay

Mind if I steal your

Fire on the 1 no lighter but the kids hot
Hour over due sitting pretty in the gridlock
City looking Hitchcock the colors fit the pitch
Drivers

You movin type shakey
Are sure you wanna do this

When he see the piece
I bet he show us where the loot is

Silver moon
Dark sky
Rain droppin
On da

to get my engine Rev’
Who's goin’ to watch me go and get my bread?
You're Jelly’s out, JAM in
I'll close you out, game seven

Pushin’ tracks harder than

wealth, top shelf
I know your worth so everyday I'm sacrificing myself
Got 7 reasons for living I never have to search
My life is a song, my kids are

nearly unbearable
Even your fam is ashamed
King of the game
Niggas is scared of my name
You just an amateur mane
My shit acclaimed
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