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Welcome to the chopping block
Do what you gotta do to get your rocks off
Making mountains of mole hills 
Don't know me  but hate me with no chill

Tired of talkin', all the fuss
Takin' a L, nah, take a dub
I don't want to talk, no
Mess with me, get blocked, yeah
Don't want smoke, all talk, you
Saw my

candlestick near your red velvet coat,
Is everything I can recall of one night

Will you please tell me why I remember these things
After all of this time, I

to go fast but your legs are too slow. 
I work in the shadows when you see me I grow. 
Getting these bands, having them touchin the flo. 
Cooking so hot I

y'all I rock a lot of pretty feathers

Ta-ta-tatted real bad, with a cartel swag
Pants hangin' off my ass and I know you see me watchin'
I'm not

on the track got me feeling right
Ain't fucking with the kid unless it's worth your time
Spend yours how you want but I aint wastin' mine no more
Wanna be

Y'all pinatas, knock the stuffing out of
All y'all foul biters i'm Spiderman
Stick to bitches' walls for real though
You Transvestite Man
Bit by

the ceiling in it
I just made a hunnid bands I got my niggas eating with me
I hit it woah woah
Christian Dior I be dripping woah woah
1942 What I be sipping

bottom, you know what I'm sayin'
With the Glock tucked in that bitch)
Still gon' pop 'em by the seal
And eat a couple tens
Forgive me, I've done sinned
(I

to get me a bag You better go get you a bag
Young nigga with that bag Rich nigga with the swag
I guess that's why I make her mad That bitch I already had

throwing shots with no aim
I run shit, call me Usain 
Imma king bitch, I’ll always reign
You wanna fuck with my crew, that’s why your ass is bitter
Hating

your waist you ain't got a shank so nigga relax
You can touch your pockets you ain't got funds nigga you brass that's faxx
Don't talk bout driving

Driveway long better drop your
Shit in four low
No trespassing unless you like
Dodging that brass, boy
You messing with the man digging
Graves with a backhoe

problematic
But still love with the burdens I bring
Made to be unstoppable
Impossible
A miracle
Marvel
Almighty
Whose real fans are his apostles
Me myself I'm

chill, let me stop with the games
Lemme pop at a lame
Lemme pull up with the glock or the K
Lemme load it, lemme cock it and bang
Are you not entertained?

her dreams she want me I’m her animus
Girl trust me I love you but I do not trust you
You wanna be with me without me you struggle
But why stress her

Yo
This Ecat on the motha' fuckin' mic
You know how long it's been since I wanted to say that y'all
Well I'm back
And I'm back with the vengeance

hate on me now i figured out why  on earth but looking so fly just might take me a trip to dubai mask off straight up  in disguise on my mars u tell by

I’m on the clock in sync with time and space
I have conceived the unperceived
That’s why I proceed to take rap hostage and commit felonies
There is no

sharp and Wise
No patience for all you other Guys
Simon Sinek with all the Whys
Our love never Dies
Better than any Highs
Stopped selling all the Lies
Me

fuck bitches I body
I'll get out my body, bitch
This no pistol, this a shotty, bitch
Talk out her neck, she wan' try me, shit, you packed up
Why is you

rocks and rings
So catch a blessing or miracle
Here we go on this merry go
Turn me up on ya stereo, we got something to share with you
You could feel

to me and you there’s an obvious talent gap
If you wanna step to me I’ll let you be my guest
Before you rap make sure you say it with your chest
I just

I get money every day, that's why you should fuck with me
I ain't worried about you honey, wanna put it in your tummy
Have you been working out? I