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must fall

Bring me the evil, power, emotion
Deep down, deep into the ocean
See the light and you'll go far
'Cos in the sky there is a star

I summit

meals with the basic wheels 
Taking each day by storm 
Tryin earn dough until 3 in the morn 
Grinded it out but hearts never torn (yeh yeh)
Tryin treat me

we locked and we're doin' time
The flow Bistro like gravy fool
So you can get lady slewed by Baby Blue
Mega:
S.A.S., many brothers do rap like a new

an underground king 

Bitch I'm a UGK

These fuck niggas need a NDc

Pussy all in they DNc

Keep 5 shooters like the NBc 

Money handled by a CPc 

Songs playing

she wasnt worth my time
Come down, need a sedative
It's all gonna be fine
Margeila if she mine
And this hoe rock number (n)ine
I got 100, she number 5

prime time
À la Star Ac' on parle l'argot des rappeurs
De Croix de Chavaux
Un litron de feu-chnou combien
Tu crois qu'cha vaut?
On rappe même en manouche

make you mine, by laws jurisdiction
Listen to my lyrical education
I’m right here where you left me
No need to be celebrating
Unless I can feed

Still die by yourself so why keep you a crew
They stay looking down that’s the reason I grew
Don’t need me a homie don’t need me a boo
I'm in tune with

guessing
’Cause I’m just try’n’a escape lately with some E & J blessing
We erase lessons, we learnt from getting too hurt 
When we merked by the brandy

to bring the funk
And when the Rock'n'Roll all got too serious and soft
Iggy Pop came by and gave us punk 

Oh, could somebody please bring back

I CLOCK OUT AT HALF PAST GENOCIDE

LIGHT A JOINT AND AWAY I RIDE

TO A SLEAZY PUNK ROCK BAR

TIME TO PARTY LIKE THE ROCK 'N ROLL STARS THAT WE ARE

it ain't no ficode 
Better watch yo mouth imma take yo broad
I just stayed down an I'm humble yeah 
Uncle keefe told me. One day imma be a star
Deuce

gots to get our stroll on, hit the floor once
See eye to eye, he's on his way, he's bringin' more pound
No need for my team to front in profile
Two

I'm just not her to exist, I am here to Live
Curating the hits like I am Jonathan Swift
We Making this music right out in da Hills
Chasin the money n

It'n'a shame the bullet evaded his head
Drop in the bed
Droppin' them dead
A failed consolidation of debt
Shit is too real
Sun made me peel
Writing

my dad wats up 
(He see his son) 
I was 10 years old waiting on dad to come 
Mufasas cub 
Young Simba grab the torch 
Won't come up short
Jumped off

you want my cooch pot
Cause I got that cooch pot 
Do you want my cooch pot 

Come outside 
I'm by the car
Ain't got no panties on 
I know, I'm so

the hood 

There was I time Icould tell you my problems 
No hesitation you would help me solve ‘em 
Couldn't pay rent we go out n rob ‘em 
Tank on full stick

Had me changing my mind 
That was way before Drake 
Blew up back in '09 
Wayne was back in '08 
Jay was signing Kanye 
I was bumping Tech N9ne 
Game

em running like some tracks stars...

Scatered Like some roches...

Niggas tryna do me but i guess they aint focused...

Checko cought a dub Now his

does it profit a man to gain the world but lose his soul 
Don’t cry 
Hit her spot now she saying we got soul ties 
Close mouths don’t eat 
Blind eyes

on flying bicycles
I wanna ride a shooting star keep playing some Rock n'Roll
I want to run over the rainbow, naked with my pillow
I Want to be a lazy king, I

on my phone
Only wanna good time not a long time then im gone
Move on to the next one but i want you for my own

Verse
Out here in da whip n i be drivin

That pressure just been defining
Really that silver lining
My stars are simply aligning
Yeah Jupiters now behind him
I took the belt off Orion
You ever