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slow
Take ya crew out
One by one
Like a hitman
Clap ya van up
Then clean it up
No evidence
You might as well
Surrender it
All ya bricks
And all ya chips

packs all over the globe
Millions soon in the bank
Million ways you can never be man
Tek mans gyal
Ain't part of the plan
Same way these jakes
Weren't

can save you from hell
Couple Bibles incoming through the mail
Serve the Lord & you know I do it swell
SOS he freed me from that jail
Where I'm going

Something like that can be quite damaging
Blow to your pride I call you vegeta
Just like smino I need a Anita
6 Months of training I'm just like Frieza
I'm

taking that cap
I just ran with the jar
No you can’t get it back
Watch your girl hit the woah
When she playin’ me back
Turn it around
And I pull on her

yes please
Yeah said he want smoke like the amazon trees
Uh If I pull up bet his ass gone leave
Yeah aint no man ever made me run
If my bro got beef

LaMelo by the pool that's at the Omni, you wanna stop me you gon' need an army

I tried to prop some people up but they would always fall right down
Some

Saturn, be Venus on top of me
Ain't got no room for tobacco leave, oh
I can see diamond shining right now
Crystals on my Mary Jane
Vincent Van Gogh couldn't

I put an ending to shit
I was brought up in fast life, surrounded by gangs
Dad was cheffing up those late nights, cooking for change
He told me

Humanity's like dog on a very long leash
Bound by the pull and push of the
Freaking reality
Nothing is fair in life as we all can
Clearly see
No one will see

So much that I’m managing u can’t imagine wat I’m handling 
Gone put me in that van strapped up glove and mask in hand 
Shot gun riding passenger damn

nowhere to hide 
 She won't be my @#&%! 
 And never wake up by my side 
  
 So you my little pumping machine 
 You stand of this all behind 
 Broke up my

as when we landed
Smoking trees through our teens like we're the ones that plant it
Slow it down, I'm baked
I can't recall the last time I saw steak
I've

don’t ever have to struggle
But I see it on your face
You have needs I can’t embrace
Can’t control the alternative you delete when I escape
I’m not okay
I

What must I do to begin to let you know that
I'm not the one you can fake on
I'm in the studio cooking daily
I'm a lyrical chef like Raekwon
Watching

So
I had an epiphany when I was about to write this song, I was like
Y'know what Jay? Jay you kinda nice bruh
By God's grace of course, yeah
In fact

redundant
Gettin' blunted rockin' Vans while I skate to the money
I can count on one hand how many times I been fronted
Flip a ounce by the gram really

the police van and ran out the order
Let me tell you how I was brought up
You run to another hood one day he finally caught up
Never put doubt on my opps
I

and drink beer by the crate

i go's away..........another can
i sold my car and bought a camper-van
but i only got as far as fukin' Porthcawl
when the engine

me a purpose, I feel like Rousseau
I sit at the mic and I talk about life, paint a picture, Van Gogh
I'm pouring the red in the Sprite, I'm sippin, but

of my being
26 letters assorted and arranged into
Everything that you're hearing
The beats can bang the voice may resonate rap
But my heart beats for

of the man heralded as an antihero
Take it all in like shit was camera b-roll
To be broadcasted on channel zero
To old TV antennas I'm Magneto
Can't see me but

battles
It was war just you and me
Until pops came out talking play me to three
Pop was six one with a jumper
He would kill us we didn’t care
It was moments

boss in this bitch
Heard you be talking I can get you hit
Niggas be solo looking like a lick
And tell yo bitch shut up, tell her get a stick
Cause she