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In the stu, in the H-box
You know I'm cooling, but my lines hot
I'm a goofy nigga spitting hot writtens
Drag a mumble rapper by his dreadlocks
And I

her my tinder hoe
I flip on a bitch Ray Mysterio
Tell that bitch I like fruits in my cereal
I smoke I blow them o's
I blow it by the o
Nigga I got big

twice
Rather come in last let you niggas get right
Aint no fist fight fn hit em thru the door
Looking for the drink already brought a pint
Drunk it all

that’s regular shit knowing cuzzo gon spark
Shoutout my mama you mess her son and she coming to bite at you just like a shark
Snitches get stitches big

When ya See me coming thru
You know I'm with my crew
If not better get a clue
You lookin like a fool
Said You lookin like some food
Big appetite,

me
I ain't tryna shake no hands unless you got A roll for me
Backpack full of grams I got It all on me
Why you stickin out yo hand you can't get a loan

shoes
The world it hangs by every word
The words that kill, and the words that hurt
But as you look into my eyes
Your eyes are bleeding and so are mine

aim on me, put the blame on me
I see ya niggas peeking
Like a broken faucet, I leave a nigga leaking
Do it by the weekend, with your girl freaking
Pussy

not the type that has a big e-go
I am just a guy who knows he can't drink, no
Once I finally learned that I could let things go
I slayed all of my

You don't know the trouble I'm in 
Paralyzed by my lack of skill
And the words I'm holding in 
To tell you now would be a hard sell 
Can I get back

I got the shotgun
You got the briefcase
About to pop one
Roll up steal your cheesecake
Gunning for the top gun
Running get your fees paid
Gonna have

pass by
Out in the street the wind blows cold
For all those that hunger
With each new day it gets so hard
Trying to stay alive
Out in the street
Some had

and pray wanna listen to
It's not a fight
I get another view
And my homeful places don't give me the space for feeling free
I'm here and breathe out to sky

You wanna watch some tv
You want the love of your life
To be right by your side
You wanna make her your wife
On a bright summer day

You think she

a game I do not play
Lately don't have much to say
Lately shit ain't been the same
Lately been stuck in my brain,
Wasting time it's a shame
On my grind

swords double wielding
I'm just checking out my hair and my feet are going weewoo
So I spread my wings and I start to fly
Then I get digested by a big fat

yeah
Strap with the lyrical army yeah
Dead dem dead weh di coffin deh
Spliff weh mi bunn weh mi have in deh
High grade weed a nuh average yeah
Big fat

for this
Extra extra like here he comes the paper boy
Riding by sickos on the block niggas ain't mccoy
Like this town ain't big enough for both of us

So every time you dance the same old jig
Your life Just passed you by 
The sword has slept too long
A feudal sheath suffocates you more and more

millimeter in my hand you get popped
Time running out shells ring and then drop
I'm at thugs mansion with biggie and pac
By the way pac says what's popping

together to keep
Her eyes dulled by the pain
Every night knowing she’d wake up again
Feeling so tired
Feeling so tired
Words spoken; it will get better
Deep

to throw parties
It seems more healthy to
Get out of the house

Afternoon is open wide
Horizontal in the sunlight
Plans are formed and ignored to make

back to me

Now I'm all alone
This bed fit big tonight
I tried to feel some heat
By moving to your side
But I'm getting colder
Why is it so cold?

till yah start to bleed
It's ain't recommended by the CDC 
But just wince and close your eyes you'll be fine

Just wait till Tom starts mouthing off