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I say, bae, why you type that
She know I'm the one cause I'm puttin' her down
Yeah, I'm knockin' it out, yeah, I know that's a slight jab
She say that

I get Texas Chainsaw Massacre
You will get Freddy Krueger part 6 and
Final Destination part 3
Trust me I'll push your wig back
This ain't a fair clash

All over her fucking buns
I-I-I got myself a switch
And it came with 50 drums
One shot and you know
That yo ass is done
She said she loved me at first

you heard me bitch I planned it
I was fucking on his bitch
Heard the door no need for panic
Pistol by the bed he spazzing out I'm goin manic
Send his

just hit up the gang
Scoop them one by one the doors swing
Only speak real not fake
I wish I could say I had a Wraith
My drip my wave so great like

feel
it covers pain I hide away behind the thrill

Verse3:
finally an adult, scholarship I’m goin' to college
got there got surrounded by niggas, bitches

to here with you
I'm start-in to get really sick of you
I just don't know what to do
But what are you gonna do
One two three four I'm gunna knock on ya door

ain’t no support by the people I’m surrounded 
Cause ah prophet once told me you ain’t gonna get support from familiar faces 
Till you start to profit

Okay, this is Sam
We want to hear a recap of this weekend
Like a play-by-play song of this project

What a crazy weekend, ain't gon' lie
Ain't got

and left at the door
Jealous of the space occupied in my mind
Gentrified by the crimes against my people and my time
Look, I'm here to break the cycle
Tired

holding it down
You know, the Geeski, Xipe Ollin, it's his stage name for those who don't know him by his behind-the-scenes name, you know, his real name

Nightmares of bein broke forever
I'm wakin up in cold sweats
And down to smoke whoever
I'm preppin for the worst and never hope for better
Cuz

my intention
Now I'm living life to my invention
They feel threatened by my minds expressions
Can you feel the wave that I'm reflecting?
If so send

if it's good though
We used to get 'round, everyone get down
Leave with a blacked out three door called Punto
Pull up to man, whagwan? Are you good,

hog tied
See it clearer what the fuck I been in the mirror by my lonely
I'm no fog eye Let's be talking bout clothes
It's really only three seasons

took a minute to get it 
They want you to work by the hour 
You sleep on your dreams you forget em 
Boy don't be forgetful 
cin't Never too much on my

one of they finest wines
Then you started snortin lines, your life defines
the misconception of stayin down
You can't be influenced by everybody you

to put the work in
Focus on the goals in front of you, don't worry how it end
Twenty three and twenty four were only known as numbers way back when
But

niggas in the streets I got my heart from it, once we all squashed the beef I got my squad from it, writing down what I seen I got my Art from it, Choosing

for
Shattered by the impact of falling garage doors 
Jump the boards like parkour, what's the raw score?
I don't know I paused the game to rock

Bouncer at the door
You ain't gotta pat me
I don't wanna talk much
I just wanna grab 3
Shots to the face
With the shorty Sally
She wanna know
What you

Shut down the negativity by repeating "yes"
Yes, hold up ya hand if you've been recently blessed
Yea, I speak from the chest
So it's an added bonus

they Popeye tough
Ever eye the throne in New York
You don’t disrupt enough
I’m always down to shake any moment
Pit to the Terrordome
Revolve around 3

asked that girl where she going when we done she looked at the door
I got the ball when we was down one so you know I had to score
Big booty fat like