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by those who live in water
To be eaten by those who live in the water

I see water
You live in water
I see water
We live in water

The hook comes down

Tailored out as musician but it’s mirrored by magician,
Tablets here vibrating while I wear Colombian emerald,
Shit that bout hit ya is an avalanche that

drinking all night
Marriage by a thread when it start to get light
Soon one day move to a different town
Little girl so confused what is going round

I go by the name Sureboy Munablizz by the way



Nwanne believe

And gimme that, gimme that false alarm
Gimme that, gimme that false alarm
Gimme that rush of blood
Adrenaline high temptation
Rain becomes a flood
One drop

'm meant for the top
I'm ready to drop this spot so
Hot they can't stop me
Inevitable that when you pop you
Got a world of friends
Never thinkin' about

folks didn't make it, body lock, need more than a recover
I'm a city baby, but I'm on the paper gettin' head by a bitch like Dora
Anyway, I'm straight

up, send my youngins on the licks now (ayy)
NFL, I'm tryna send a whole blitz out (hold up)

Hood fab', blicks fire, walk bricks, that's our blood

niggas
For Ransom
These hoes love me real bad Cause I'm handsome
Put a pole on a nigga
Now he dancing

Everybody claim they stepping Till They pressed by

a taste, examples made out of haste
I can't, tell you who lies, or who, won't ever break
They yell freeze, to dump the clip, then wipe blood off an infants

Who are my allies ,  anxiety and rage?
I often feel like a wild beast in a cage 
Surrounded by  walking deads
With ghoulish warms in their heads
I ‘m

I found joy in them rain  drops avoided them chains  stopped 
From going insane by recording my pain
Pops was gone mom was torn and going through

Triangle hiding eternal youth fountain
I’m the eye of the brainstorm
I noticed that they wait for me to drop another great song
So the demons better pray for

'm on broadway drop another 30 on a tux
By 25 l'Il be enough

While, we in sprinters like the Bucks
I hate my pen cause that bitch gon run amok
It's like

the dark
I feel your blood and bones walking past me by
With those men who take you out and then fight
It makes you sleep while the sun's still up
Don't you

of pain 
A tear drop of blood flowing down my face 
A gun full of slugs laying by my waist 
Seems you need it for protection around my way 
Invisible scars

all night
Step into the chef’s kitchen, it’s wet dripping
Tear drops, blood, get in, no set tripping
‘Fore we get them eggs flipping, let’s heat it

AM to PM, I had to hustle for a gig
Getting close to what I need, probably moving around the streets
White tee, khaki on, popping in blue bandana

own lane when I swerve by,
Lines like cocaine mixed like stir fry.
My hooks flame and the verse fire.
See me glowin’ from my third eye. 
Leave my

got no goals though 
Only thing she good at is dropping low though
Riding by myself like we going solo
She said I'm the best but I already know though

on the rest of ways...
Said with I made it. till investigates lines... 
'Bout that times to get piece from the crimes... 
More juvenilles harder drops

nanana

I want you to know I'll be there for you
Girl I go stand by you
And if it come to fight you no I go fight for you I swear
I'd take a bullet for you

down, get back up, follow me
Forgotten, you left me, it's ok, I still dream
Headed to the top, blood sweat, tears drop
How could I lose faith, when

My altitude drops 
Light creeps in through the cracks in my soul
I feel a sleep come over me 

My eyes open to a foul sight 
Ringing in my ears brings