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met myself dit het begin in graad 11 ek was te bang om nee te sê
By partytjie aande maak ons almal skande soos ons vriende drank aangee
Op Universiteit

just texted
Gotta be home by 11:00

Treat this girl right and she probably would never have seen me, I’ll show you
You give up so easy, you’ve never

donuts/
And throw um at the hoes standin by the taco truck/

Just some outta control youth, fuck what you go through/
You gettin clowned on for wearin

bein’ pathetic 
Drowning in my hesitations
Switch me on like a radio station
11:30 pm on a Friday evening
Been stuck inside, all nightmares no dreaming

don’t play by rules,
Glock ain’t got no safety,
F*ck them n*ggas I just spray and shoot,
Streets this ain’t child’s play,
Take your baby to school,
I made

Got some heaven in a bag
Making magic in my head
Go to roll a dice and
I spin 11 times
Seeing diamonds on a plane
Smile down at the sea
It’s waving

nations battle Gods
Where devils kneel
Rebels sprayed by assassins with shells
Crazy adolescents that kill
MAC-11's and pills
Everything William Cooper was

niggas that’ll burn shells turn a
Fat kid into slim Kel i am legend
Headache with no Excedrin
Leaving the club at five got
To be up by seven
I’m praying

Imma be right by the mula and henny
What you want, what you need we got plenty
Sell the pack, get the address and ship it
UPS never check what I’m

back
RIP to Bill Dubbs in the MIA since 9
11 life ain't never been the same
From thе land of the free and
The home of thе brave
Rap game Abe Lincoln here

a "just ate ass" face, why y'all mad at him?/
The magnum, that you keep by your abdomen/
Better stay where it's at, I don't mind going back again/
Mind

clones
Now what the fuck is funny, what did I just say a joke

Asesino ring their neck he grab them by the throat
I'm Going straight up hill ain't nothing

(Drugs)

Tell em let tha smoke clear
Yea bitch, I'm ill
Busted ass in '10, and '11's my year (bitch)
These niggas homo, gang fulla qweers
Bitch, I'm off

takes
Time to disrobe all your clothes and
Give my tube a taste
I hit the bush and the tush
She’s screaming 9-11
I make her gush in the puss
She’s leaking

aching
Year 11 fought depression popping
Pills inside my lessons
Yes I smile but I was stressing
Music's such a blessing so much spare time
I put that

the motherfucking roof
Until the city on fire, 'til it's time
I'ma boom like 9 11, I might fly so high
Say, "What's up?" to God and see how we doing
And thank you for

to have their point of view
Met you on a cold summer day
Met Robyn October 11th
Sat by the water told you everything
What they said
And how it went down

on September 11th
My presence is like a
Pentagon produced earthquake
Forced abortion to control the birth rate
Planned incarceration with test scores
From

in
His house by himself
He was talking hella shit
That boy run out his mouth
Only two niggas pulled up
With two hammers out
Now he's three outta luck

kalt
Die Mac-11 regelt jede Art von Zwischenfall
Ein paar Goldketten mehr und
Dann bricht mein Hals ich copp' den Jeep mit
Den Cremeledersitzen bald

On the party life
I'd rather spend my time at
Home puttin' bars on mic i told em no
Around 11 they showed at my door
About an hour debatin' then I gave in
Lets

(4) by four bars yet I'm feeling so free
High five (5) to anyone who holds it down
Do or die so I'm hoping for a six (6) now
Lucky seven
(7) no heaven

who I are
Like, do they understand it?
The crafty never get undercut
By the upper handed
I eat so much on these beats
When this shit cut off
I’m like

Enlightening minds with my lyrical tactics
In life everything ain't always what it seems
But people are enchanted by things that gleam
You know, bright fancy