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growing grey hairs
I might even shed a tear
Either way, lay away the game
Pick it up later for some lay ups
You slip and miss, step ya pay up
See me comin'

competing to see who would paint the largest area of dry land. And between their rare but bright touches, every now and then the green color of yucca and low

a wizard
Sharp as a razor on this fucking beat
Bitch don't ever fucking tell me to lay low
I'm a fucking menace
My life is a Hitchcock film and I be going

move white
You can get it clean or deep fried
I’m just talkin’ my shit
We connected on this side
You can get girl for the low and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout

favorite/ cnd that was just day 1, by day 10 I was chasing him/ Nigga tried to take me out the hustle, in a puddle, made him lay in it
When the street lights

snow globes

Verse 2 :Capital STEEZ
It's the same old hundreds jeans, just another teen
The beard kinda scruffy, but I refuse to cut it clean
Dark

trips , everyday i get harassed by these racist pigs, , when my racks got low I was taking the risk, plug dropped me a brick and I laced it with mix,

a declaration, not a joke
My cave has no shadow of a doubt
Being held by this man like Plato's
Leave me alone when I say so

I'm carving away because Art is

important to you?
I let my hair grow long, that weren't a fashion statement 
It's for them niggas, they was hanging, bald on a noose

I lay low and record,

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

on a mast
In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son,

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

and pencil/
Went in there clean and now he has a bunch of tatted tissue/
Some low key had an issue with him, so he handled it/
Like a G. Now he's free. Time

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Yes Sir, I Will

do
If thirty thousand rioters came running after you?
And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television?
Wouldn't people lay about without

They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I

chill and then go smoke a blunt

I'm feeling pretty decent got my head up on my shoulders
Supported by your pillow laying stoned up like a stoner
Just

takin over an that’s really the theme 
I like the way she shake ha ass in them jeans
She tryna fuck on me cuz a nigga to clean
On apple music they running

the feathered
Veteran with the bread
Or you're going to get chewed up
By the Golden Goose, bruh, cash in the coop
Ya make appearances
Everything I lay down's 24

flies too low
You watched me burn
Toys with your thumb between my hands
It will would be the last one, I' ever meet your demands
24-7 on a big screen,

angelicus)

UNCLE WALTER:
The clergyman’s pastoral pager loudly― uh, loudly― uh, uh loudly rang out, echoing through the vacant YMCA halls.

FATHER BILL:
By

And I made my fans my
Foe's shaking hands romancing hoes
Let 'em know

Dizzy Wright, many niggas better lay low
FV is the label, no they can't roll
Put

in this bitch I'm unspoken
Y'all ain't getting chosen
I'm the playa type
You know, lay her right
Then let her catch her flight
Another day in the life

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like