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back, hit three like Stephan
Imma bring the energy in how I'm pepping
I ain't even started yet, I'm still prepping
Watch me set the stage
Like a book you

pigeon toed
Three line haiku
Put em in the dirt by you
Piece of mind from the pistol hole
Mouths closed
Loose lips sink ships
Gotta rock the boat
Leave

wear that shit like a glove I got some for errbody
Don't know what you heard from that little bird that came from out of nowhere
But this bleeding

P.S. Hotdog

Ran out of alcohol, so I used the 3 dollar wine I was saving for cooking Shrimp Scampi
It had me splattering in the toilet, but at least it

She's three feet away from exposure,
I search the room for eavesdroppers and make the most of what's left of our time
The little blue bird surrounded

from my third eye, right
Looking in some old cams, see a grown man
And some old trees, me loving seas

And some birds flying around the area
Blue skies

final goodbye
That little bird she's taking off, she spread her wings and fly
I'm struggling to process it's the last time you'll return
Three years

a refugee Senegalese
Actually three, thank you, merci
And all the little people in the town
Were looking up, not at the ground
Then life begins to start again

a superstar
Clean quick release just like Jordan when it starts to fall
I can even hit it from the 3 just give me the call
Bad little honey down the street said

the freshest we keep it cool essence woah

And we're lyrical It's a miracle this collaboration is so spiritual
Here's a little riddle if the Piper fucked

and the swing the dogwood stands in bloom
Its limbs are stretching upward, the birds are making rooms 

A little girl in bare feet dodges the burning pavement
She

Pig Latin

Gym Class Heroes

...for the Kids

at last
Wayne County Jail full of noxious gas

Got three quarters of your senses massed
You're left with only the sense of Touch like Tony
The majority

wonderfully you make these bitches want to flea

Verse 2: Dyemond Lewis
I be flippin' the bird to the public, I'm holding grudges
I'm always angry, and I dunno

real for this shit
I get it, at least I made a couple Mil on this shit
Take the money out the safe let it breathe a little
We used to dream about this

just want me they just want me 'cause I)

Yeah, yeah
What's up
Know the suss when I rock up
3 grams now pal I'm stocked up
Made bank everywhere I

addicted to the life that I had
So I risk it runnin' the street with the heat boy
Three deep in the S-U-V the bigger you blow the less you see
The more

[Verse 1] 
I gotta little bit a jack and a whole lot of herb 
a pretty little chick with a whole lot of nerve 
I'm far from the curb, no I'm not

Moby, the little puppet on MTV
I bring glasses to your living room so you could see me
Yeah you sold alot of units, but you can't be me
The state of hip

Pull Your Skirt Up

Benzino

Redemption

2002

Moby, the little puppet on MTV
I bring glasses to your living room so you could see me
Yeah you sold a lot of units, but you can't be me
The state of hip

Dip Da

Suga Free

Street Gospel

1997

from them A-be	-see's
To them 1-2-3's
To the birds and the bees
Drinking 40's with OG's
Came a group of young fools
Who was close as close could get
We

be a big MC by end of school term
I'm a big bird, you're just a worm
You don't wanna receive third degree burns
When I bust gun, everybody spread like

Another year goes by 
But a lot stay the same 
Still putting in the work 
Still playin’ in the game 
Middle of the shit tryna make a name 
But I just

Oh 
Here we go again once more three-hundred sixty-five
A number we can’t divide 
By the breaths we take alone
And we’re losing our damn minds as we

I'm
Still a different Chad might have my LLC by thirty-three
'Cause I tried coke when I was thirty-two I'm still thirty-one
But only until D E C
Drop