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control, my life a movie & these bitches playing they role,niggas want fame inside the city I want the globe,I gave my heart to these lil bitches but not

cumming
Off my art
You can't muzzle me
I just told a puppy
How to bark
Roll the double tree
Lucky me
The green begins ta spark
And by any means
This energy

with caveman 
Sat a bitch with 1 leg nigga that’s amazing 
I’m at the airport chilling by the days inn
Thousand dollar bill up at Anthony’s 
Baby girl go

Pop up out the cuts. Keep some shots up in my glock with semis tucked.100 racks in like 4 months i ran it up. Don't complain u know like when i beat

bet your life this shit ain't stock
Red beam, bitch Imma catch you midnight on dot
Open carry state I clean up but I never miss a spot
I got that base

Brilliant
Yeah
Out standing with the UNI VERSE
Among the Angels when i spew a verse
Glorified by a few viewers
Cougars winners losers YouTubers
Abusers

bathrooms, excuses
Without exterior consequence
Nonsense inferior conscience
I don't even have any evidence of the shit you hear
So fear careers engineered by

the mouths open standing in awe
Fly with one wing, your brothers will pick you when you fall
I said no sir, boaster, everything is Kosher
Life is full of ups

the packs in
I told uncle to bring all the racks in
Blew the scar and we woke the whole city up
In DC and I call my lil bitty up
Hop the vette and I slide

Keep a bag lil bitch
Don't blow that
It's some fetti to be made
Bitch I'm Trappz got thraxxx you know that
I can't switch up shyt one day
I'm gon go

Lil, stop playin' with these niggas
Yeah, Sharu, stop playin' with him
Alright, alright
No, you gon' stop playin' with him, homie

Yo, you gon' fuck

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Dark Lotus

Tales From the Lotus Pod

2001

I-C-P Rules dot com of Europe
Street Ninjas International Hockey Team
Wicked Voodoo Masters of Austin, Texas
Juggalo Worlds dot com
L'il Poot's Asylum

many
I'm clueless
I'm just a vessel that he using
I'm just bones and skin decomposing
On the hour, by the hour
Fruit spoiled, mouth sour
Had supper with

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,

Mottorola phone I ain’t worried bout no opps
Ok, mottorola I ain’t worried bout no opps
Don’t try me lil nigga risk your life you’ll get shot

  awhile, I'm surrounded by
  nurses
Feeling like this is sabotage,
  tryna put me in hearses
Ain't nobody got answers, taking
  chances with my life
I ain't

I'm in
my right mind
Legs up in a V, they be in an L by this
countdown
Five, four, three, two, one atomic weapon, you know I'm the bomb
Houdini mixed

im blowing it up
Pouring a four of the lean in my cup
Smoke til im dizzy
When she is too busy
I do it to help with the pain yea no kizzy
I really dont

outer space
I got so many bad lil' white bitches KKK
I been restless all night
Two AM on both sides
Four AM on ocean drive
We could dance in the strobe

I ain't even with the games
4 iced-out chains 
I'm switching lanes
Shawty giving me brain
I don't even know her name 
But I put the pound game on her

I’m 19 tryna dodge a pine box
They just killed Z by the Q4 stop
Crippin was the mission dropped outta school gettin
To the money water whippin
Started

doors
A more tainted soul
It's dark as some coal
But still I ain't change, cause real G's grow
It's 4:45, I'm home all alone, scrolling through pictures

that bitch
Wrist on piss like frozen crisp
Whip that sleigh with golden whip
Negro safe from trojan shit
Smoking shit

Catch me in that 4 do '
I be

a drink straight out the bottle then I'm right back to rapping make it happen stay up on my shit don't let um see you scrapping, make it happen, by any