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with the geng geng till dust
Light that shit up to the stars
Everyday we Dey search they think we are lost
Illegal jobs make we Dey run from cops 
Big

me cause we doing it well
Take 'em out of hell, Heavens got a story to tell

What you think this is dunny, games of the wack?
Like it's rap for

repping AR don’t mean we fuck with AR
Fifteens, I pulled up and said I’m 16
With big dreams
Whatchu mean
Shut up you bastard oh bitch please
Whoa slow down

My reactions got them thinking I have NPD
Goal driven, aggressive and I Only think of me
All along my girl suspected it But never said anything
I

Crash and Burn

Transplants

Haunted Cities

2005

teach all the boys and girls
That they can't trust no one, show them what you heard
Cause I mind my own business and I do my own dirt
And I make my own

just hear me out when I´m talking
I got something inside and I´m so suprised
that you´re really trying to buy me
just tell me what do you think that

on the strongest shit…

Gotta do it while I’m young, I’m drinking all of it…

I don’t think that there’s another who goes hard as this…

My shawty gon’ ride, I’m

you might think it sounds funny
Well we'll see who's laughing on Christmas day soon looking out from our telescope here on the moon

pants (girl)
Yeah, keep one tucked, keep a skin, just incase
This bitch didn't believe me put the money to her face
If she think she staying round here

the first girl that he kissed

Hot breath, sweat, steam
His saliva leaks in puddles on my chest
Space, drift, think, dream
I'm a prisoner to my own head

2 months before I turned 21
I crossed paths with a man who savagely betrayed my trust
I buried the memory deep within me hoping it would fade like

the ransom 
These niggas wish for advances 
I'm outchea taking my chances 
Now let's who gon win the race 
Built this shit brick by brick 
Now we talking real

The Exposure was death 

 He my brother he my OSO 
I got him to the edge 

I say uno dos Tres 
An my shooter score again 
(Gun clock)

I know that bi*ch is

Maneac Check'It

Tied up in a web of my own lies, I
Tell myself time and time again I'm gon try l, why
Do I say this after so much time has flown by

the price
I came up they changed up
Sit back and watch
Who got the loud
Turn it up a notch
I swear I quit
I don't usually do the shit
I'm not normally using

Walking with Satie

Malcolm McLaren

Paris

1994

Tracing back my steps in time
All I do is think about you Charlotte
And the love is left behind
I first saw Paris in Soho when I was thirteen

right
Gotta keep me a pipe, cause these niggas tryna bite
The swag, how I really live in real life The swag, how I really pop on the mic
You ask, who is

just a new boy
Name an artist who can sing and rap like me, boy
Artist and producer, man, I do this by myself, boy
All these fake rappers, they be decoys

in the heat, yeah
She's so bubbly, she likes country
Said I like money, now she thinks I'm funny
Baby girl, it's sunny, addicted to your honey
You

but dammit
It's difficult to fix an issue if you don't have it
Back to this man who sits now in a six by six cell
Every minute he spends thinking is 60

You Gave me Your Les Paul
Too many of my friends are gone
Did you  think I could play at all
Better watch out and keep your seat belt on

Didn't know

A blueprint: Project 2153
Spittin like I'm from 1993
Studio booth meets time machine
Who do you think you tryna be?
Cuz I don't know
Oh no, promo portfolio so

to be lovers
Just enemies
That's fueled by what is uttered
We need to breathe
Then think
before we hurt one another
Tell me now tell me now
Really how you

the shit, cannot handle the split
Why do I think that I'm better than you?
Why do I refuse to get your name tattoed?
How come I always want things my way?
My