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cages
Who engineered this? JS
I can tell you about four one nine, that’s four-point nine in the holder's bank
I know police wanna stop my grind, scream
a leg up on this cosmic being

I get it cracking unleash the kraken and you die by my hand
I give you static I'm Virgil Hawkins to make motherfuckers
But you think what is better
Get your girl friends in a gc
"F our niggas they ain't needy"
Get dressed up and do your make up
Then you order you
of sperm plus an addict
Give no F when I' writing but now I'm panic
Can't make without hate boy, it's a bad habit
We are not the same boy
You struggling when
would come after, I would come after)
Told them that this ain’t an Afro this is just curly hair (This ain’t an af-f-fro)
Fucking with me and you gone end
Connecting the dots but they don't want to align 

Ten-pound books tearing through my mind
Page by page I found myself stop trying
C's get degrees that are
I'll recline
Working til' I make it I'll never stop like signs
Let me tell you who I am, you can't define
My spirit, my essence, feel the energy of my
Reek
Either way
Ima be there
I'm stay here
Ion play fair
I'm up by the way
Yeah you know me
Ima pull up
When you need me
I don't give a f**k
If you got
drinking
Old heads warn me
But it's my journey 
Lyrically laying niggas out
On a ducking gurney 
My future ain't predetermined 
Stop plotting on son
Y'all
our own. Stop complaining what these niggas sell
Let’s build a universe…
Death took my young toss
Started first business on a loss
Swimming with
orugo
Igbo boy till the death of me
Nwanne ka anyi nwee na my shop
Cus I ain’t gat time for that energy
Jidekwa ya biko stop
If you ain’t talking business
tequila
My bitch acting boujee she a diva
She stop sucking me then ima leave her
Lou can’t get extorted by no hoe
Pimping in my blood bitch I’m a pro
that on my raps
And when I kick back smoke my weed I paint it on the map
Had to box and get my weight up I was fighting on the curbs
Out the F bitch I
and runaway (Bye and runaway)

I can't stop you from feeling pain
You from feeling pain (You from feeling pain)
Love you in every fucking way
Every fucking way
leading by example when I’m talking shit (This how you do it)
Outside of my denim like Arthur’s fist
Ya’ll can quick gawking (Stop)
Shits awkard this often
If she ain't trying to eat 
Or lemme beat 
Den she ain't stepping feet by my House oh she a little freak 
She eat it neat Ian feeling her teeth 
N ha
It's F
Lemme Lemme
Lemme lemme lemme lemme get it, ya ayyy
Look at this fit, look at this fit
Wearing prada
Look at this ice, look at this ice
Got my
Tucked away in my pants
Y'all be trying me
Like I'm not the man
Hip hop messiah
The f*ck is you saying

Playing with me
And your life will be done
Say ima
Pop a lil pill and the shit gon' hit, it got me whoa
Broke a lil Benji, Stop got plenty for the hoes
I ain't never held no semi, but my friends gon'
when I got your call, couldn't stop smiling
Feds informant at my backyard
Everyone round me be so hard
She hit me on the snap or telegram
Don't F with
holding the power like Quill

I be holding power but I'm stoned off my mind
Time is strange
I get high by the hour
Feel the feeling
Yeah it's savoury  
F MY HAIR

INTRO
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK IF ITS NONE UP THERE
FUCK MY HAIR, FUCK MY HAIR
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK IF ITS GREY UP THERE

V1
YEAH, FUCK THIS
I'm on that 16 fat joe ain't nothing can stop
I'm all the way up, but I ain't high nah I don't trip
Miss may with NDAs I got loose lips
I'm way
And we're so f**** cool that they won't stop us at the door 
And I see you walking by with that casual glance 
Hey look I don't know what ya came here for

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