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below the letters
Your rhymes are general, plain, minimal blank
You eyes is blind by the sign of federal banks
You lost your focus of function
Remember

its not safe in the dark
Where the monsters are leaving lifeless bodies staring pat the stars 
We've gone off the path so far they couldn't find you

I'm the one that put me inside this cell
All my friends are tired of seeing me unwell
It's probably best if they forget me and leave now
Cause I don't

on a stone that you owe me
That's representative cash money
These leather moccasins are yours to keep
Switch to a note for gold its a cash commodity
Switch

fine
You crush a hundred lines finely every night
Try and end your fucking life by suicide
You deny, You say you're alright but you're
So bad at hiding

Let me show you where I come from and how I survived barely
Was raised up in a cage
Where my smiles had to be fake
Did it by myself and I built myself

what you need if you just say it
It’s OK if you end up in a daze cause
You’re just dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Of your future hear me don’t

cell or 6feet under
Been mistaken by uh dozen
Homies are temporary and for eternity Is my Brothers

Just wanna change for the next Generations
They can

the roof
Wipe em down like a deuce
These rappers are a joke
The punchlines is the proof
Lick boots and soft shoein it
They say the Dirty Dirty and kids

just twitter beef
Still it's peak for this little
Meek in his skinny jeans
Should I snap fingers, end all tweeting
Take off my slipper and
Give parental

and I'm makin' these hits
And we got it all planned out like we are plannin' on a blitz
Aye
And baby I am ballin'
Sippin' got my head uh noddin'
And your

lets go
I don't give no fucks nah
I do it by myself or with all my bros you coming
Said I don't give no fucks nope
I'll do this till I die even do this

If something's good, I question it
Why do good things always gotta come to an end
I feel like I'm the man
But I feel like I've been damned
I don't know

Let's get it on
Deathmatch I'm blackin out
Blackak the casket count of rappers cappin gon run up in high fashion
None of ya'll slidin when are you arrivin

the stars
They can guide your way
I'm sure you'll go far
By the end of the day

You gotta keep on fighting
Don't even try denying
We're fighting for the light

What if everybody...parrrteee
Wuz a millionaire? parrrteee
We'd just be getting by...harrrdleee
On what billionaires pay

Uh'm startin' ta see it

looking for me
They'll be looking for him
Bet his body end up by the creek
It ain't no Pooh Shiesty
Ain't rocking no mask
They gone know that I did it
I

remembering everyone's dead to me
Lies that you said to me fuck with me heavily
They fuck with me mentally
Feeling it physically
People are sick to me
People

(Woo)
You are the reader
(Woo)
Stab me in the back?
(What)
I'll end it quick, heat seeker
Up and down, back and forth, surfing in the crowd
Pass it right,

The Green Fields of France

Well, how do you do, young Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And rest for a while in

replacement
Jason Vorhees while you wait by the trees
When you sparked in the darkness
Came in with the breeze
Are you speeding for reasons unknown
He's in

fought before me

Unsolvable lives lost, kids are trained to take charge
Blinded by crooked law, another dead or behind bars
The world will never change if

I ain't a gangster, by any means
B-Eazy's bout that green, touch it
Can't you feel that bulge in my jeans
I'm a hustler
I got my mind on your money

you are my guy

My heart baby you already own that
Good love 'cause I never need to show that
I, I, I want it
I, I, I want it
I, I, I want it all with