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Yours will just skedadel the moment people aren't feeling it
You listening ask yourself if you can come and brawl with me
My book is more loaded than any

like Chubby Checker
The boy's versatile, I got styles by the piles I got more piles of styles than lawyers got files

Got flavor, more than big shavers

tennis and I don't do the back and forth
We do more than win we runnin' up the score 
Cause we don't really care how they feel 
You see our side gotta eat

see a break through in my future sooner than light speed
Dare a nigga tell me I should work up on my rhyme scheme
Stay up in the pocket more
Making sure

don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella

a roundabout way, we fill our plate
And that's all we really need
The rest is just greed and manifestations of money
And we even need much less than we consume

put 3 shirts out
You can't invest in a hoodie well let me guess your jewelery worth bout
A quarter mill more than enough to support the bills
That's 80

32 is dead

Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address

That brand new whipple home

Where was this beef at when we freestyled at Canto Six
Jeffrey mad I'm on his boys album but, not his
YKK I apologize because you didn't say shit
I ain't

I'm trapped, feel like I'm trapped
Thoughts racin' now and they don't like to sit still
This a whole different monster that I rebuilt
I got one more in

to drill
If niggas think that I ain't gang no more and I'm a rapper
Come test me and you'll find out that I'm one of them still
Two sticks in the whip, no

clutch
Cause I got Jordan touch
I'm more than tough
Still I might retire
Like I'm Andrew luck
The golden child
Shooting from the line
That boy he known

must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm

sicker than me
Must be deceased
Men mashing my own universe like hit man
Sky the limit naturaly that's wha we aim
You be the pinky boy ill be brain

He's a semi aquatic
Egg laying mammal of action
He's a furry little flatfoot
Who never flinched
From a fray
He's got more than just mad skills
He's

the fuckups too

My boy Austin, who's in a
Band called Slow Hollows
Is really sick with guitar he's playing
On three songs on the
Album, and the things that

the throne like I'm Fawful
My jewelry more frozen than meat at McDonald's
Green twenties wrapped like it's bread in't no Falafel
I put a whole mine on my wrist

of cottonmouths try'na start a problem now
Talkin' shit when I am not around and I'ma knock you out
This that Bobby Boy logical jam
Sad that he left the game but

pack that I been smokin' on (Whoa)
I just hit my plug, told him, ""Come back, I'ma need more than one"" (Come on)
Yo' last album was a weed tray, just

feet
Kapeesh?
I defy the feat by defecating on beat
Fuck how you feel i've got an oral fixation
With spitting liquefied razors
So ill that they cut

Ain't no more waiting on niggas, 
Either u on by yourself or u not on at all they mistake for niggas,
Yeah, 
Done being helpful, 
Fuck am I nice to these

as dangerous
I'll push the narrative, you'd rather be more famous than rich
You'll never hit the lotto
You don't scratch the surface
Can't forget Mick
I'll make

to those feeling stained
Know your tomorrow isn't tarnished
Power to those that sweep the streets
With more knowledge than PhD's
Power to those that keep

name was Peter Warren
I parallel parked it, ghetto starts cost to Mars
Man my rims cost more, than some boys cars
Hit the Boulevard, with the nine on my