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dick suck, and I ain't gotta piggyback
You know what the fuck I'm talkin' about
But if you don't know, I'm about to let y'all know
That I call myself

of me so is the cack (내 부모님은 내가 자랑스럽대, cack도 마찬가지)
and it stays like her nails when I'm smashing (야밤 그녀의 손톱처럼 내 등짝에 머물지)
You not being me that's the thing

thoughts are negative
Positive
Ying and yang
I look in the mirror
Who do I see
A version of me that I don't wanna be
The clouds are grey and the sky is black

wearin' all black
They go when I tell them attack
We in the telly like Zack
Smokin' on gas 'til I yack
Shawty wan' eat on my meat
She love to fuck when she

of suckers said that they would
Pass me and they not around
Back to black and out of the mud
I once doubted them claimin' that
They was proud of 'em
Wonderin'

twenty-eighteen
There's not much that your boy can't handle
But homie was caught up in a love triangle
Now Nat One I had feelings for a while
She had the black hair

at the starting line
I had a bad start, but I saw the signs

I'm not perfect I'm just like you
The difference is what we go through
I was told that I wouldn't make

Backwoods, smoke some big trees, no cover (what you want?)
I take by the cover, sip lean like coffee (what?)
Ride around with three Ks, Ku Klux, no Nazi

toes
I might just pull up in this bitch rocking my sandals
I'm calling shots with this shit like I'm a commando
That just how it goes I've been feeling

Black trollface, smashing nazis like i'm Doja Cat (faggot)
Bumpin' gringos down on the block
She my leftist boo, she ride on me like i'm soviet
Guess i

that)
They gathered together the flare up, tear up and bring the heat back
Like modern day Nat Turner's with black burners
Everybody gotta heater

Uh
I'm just mortal man
Yeah
Uh,
I gotta talk to em one time
I'm back on that shit man

I'm just mortal man
From the roots of the soil sand
Know my

Blanco like snow still so cold
Serve crow Bars on death row
Last meal for the road
Me and HipHop black ops
Fight night from the back door
Light so bright I

PENG AS EVA ANGELINA, THAT'S SOME AWSOME PUSSY
WITH THE KNACK TO CRACK A BALLER LIKE A FORTUNE COOKIE

I MEAN, IF YOU SAY I'M I BE LIKE, NAH NEVER,

To broke and too woke to attend mass
Half of these white churches still put niggas in the back
Skin brown but they still calling niggas black
Hometown niggas

christmases go by, and
All these winters reinforce this
That we're all gonna die, and my life is not important

Blacks dying they say it's us, system corrupt

are held together by
Gorilla tape and zippy ties
Better yet by forced acceptance 
The richest people in the world afford that message
You buy what I'm

The Pimp & da Gangsta

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

2001

clip that's about to explode 
oh, you didn't know ?
it's dem boys dirty, dirty 
act n wit dirty, dirty
he go by that bloody, bloody
six feet deep in

Sixteen rounds like bits
Popped em' right out of that sky
Just like a flying ship
We the ones that started four pack riding fighting jits
Cornelia

life
And the days goes by like Im skipping sessions
Young kid dripping all from louis
Gucci socks got me fellings woozy
But the summer nights will never

grabbed me by the arms
Pulled me back on the couch
Got that feeling like, "Leave nigga
You need to get out!"
While I think, another drink
Even hit some weed

"And the high priest said to Him
"I adjure you by the
Living God that you tell us
Whether you are the
Christ, the Son of God""

In the scriptures we find

day I still got that blanket it's not like I can't afford another one
I live all by myself I could save that money for something
Something big like

They could prescribe you any illness you'd like
If you define the terms of your ailments
You could sing a pretty malady like a black canary
But