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up or you're gonna get slayed
Aye the boys are comin in
Got lit last night on the cherry gin
Smokin gas, eating ass, now committing sin
We going large

Colder

This room is getting colder by the second 
If hell is hot
Is it cold up in heaven 
Maybe not
And maybe I’m just tripping 
I like to talk about

frankly
Cause our community spirit's forever fancy
So I'll never miss my call-in
I went from chilling by the phone box to
Phone cases in the phone shops

fine, at least I thought
But then they fucking canceled me ‘fore following my heart
And life’s a bitch, but she’s a widow, all by herself
She likes

the window looking for revenge it's the
Count de Monte Cristo
I be counting money by the fistful, youngin'
You don't know what nothing
Bout this though,

Buddy
Wait a minute, man, we gotta stick together
Those things are everywhere!
I'm just doing what the voices inside my
Head tell me what to do, kid

afraid to shine
Presidential Roly out the Lambo I be racing time
National attention yeah my buzz it up
But if I fall back for a second I can fuck it up
I'm

young kid
I was a big piece of shit
But I'm hoping that the days in the hospice
Atoned for some of it

And if the whole thing was fair
It would be

I went into kindergarten with a decent mind state
Next year I made a few friends and I was still unphased
Then I tried to kill myself in only second

on the omnitrix, motor is monstrous when I am jotting this
I am unconscious and while you are nodding yes
I am still knocking heads, I am still dropping hits
Got

Wake up and see the way that they been
Switchin up what's right and wrong, mixin messages infectin lessons
Taught to kids, to keep em second guessin

Filthy blue jeans
Tennessee whiskey
My home is protected by the good Lord
Holler if you here me
If you getting near me
The forty forties get

the heaviest heart
I'm weighed down by emotion
Bitch!
Quick sand, not floating
Kid!
Rage deep, plus oceans thick

Nanobyte technology
Iron man of rap, quick

So I gotta keep me a banger with me (Pow)
Keep an AR like that Kenosha kid
Self-defense like you know it is
So I don't know why your focus is
Crossing

fuck around and pay attention
I just pop me a pill
I'ma wait, about an hour later kickin'
I've been trippin', tryna get it
Now I'm tryna chill
Odds are

cowards inhale all the smog
‘til they lungs shatter from
The smoke blown by the ones
With the most power
Sit and watch how the net
Work like my own router

Like 6 cents misfit I swear I'm sick shit
You'd think I was Ryan
Sheckler by the way I make the kicks flip
Too cool hands shakes and dap serving all

and Aunt Jemima
I give bread to the cat sub-spitting at Peeta
Saturday Nights are live shout out to Tina
I'm running this game you
Second place like Vegeta

the melodies
Of our hearts
Lift the frowns caused
By past lovers
Friends, and acquaintances—

The type of feelings
That force city-street-kids
To nod their heads

receipts, show us all the images
Big man out here and he hiding kids again
Smoked out, Hoe bounce, said a nigga shit again
Got 11 on the mind, I was running

home, home
All out of patience, my parents are old and grey
My brother's on his second kid, I guess I missed the wedding
Where has my life gone, has it

Gradually paving my place every day
Making paper from a Paper Mate
Give me a second I'll take a plate
You cannot stomach the dirt that I've ate
Taking right

tired 
From working overtime 
Well if I can't get into heaven 
I best be revvin' my CJ7 
Now ain't that the life 
That keeps rolling me by 
With two kids

Who the fuck are you I should remember you
What you think you like me
You ain’t like me mother fucker, you a punk
I been with made people
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