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on TikTok
Shooting her shot like my sick glock
Puchi wo, “what is the big thought?
Are you playing me just like that guitar?’
I’ma go buy the Red Fort
Got

on TikTok
Shooting her shot like my sick glock
Puchi woh, “what is the big thought?
Are you playing me just like that guitar?”
I'ma go buy the Red Fort
Got

A Brief Tutorial in Bachanalia

Fear Before the March of Flames

The Always Open Mouth

the job done!"
(When I've got a couple drinks in me, I'm known to practice apathy!)

When you see me stagger
Know I'm being antagonized by what you can't

Stay Schemin

Joe Budden

The King of New Jersey

a river down in Austin won’t matter if his father is a doc
Nigga! Feet dangling from a small stretcher
Convo interrupted by a small heckler
Cause the boy

Superficial stimuli could never fill the void in me
Even tried smoking weed, and by the age of seventeen
I even done a line and then I got that energy
And then

A fake home I built
I fake bill I spent
I seep the pavement
Water carries me in

And a number five
When it's half past four
I burn the bleachers
From

balance when the bill come
You ain't getting money I swear to god that you missing out
White bitch got a hold of my niggas ain't getting out
Party up in

talkimg about no paper i just look and sigh
You just be talking bout some bullshit bye
I can tell you pussy i just look you in your eye
They gone make me

They would rather see you cry
Then see themselves smile
That's how I know the devil is not in exile
Turn the flesh of a reptile into a textile

I was sellin' fourteens (halftime)
Mama couldn't tell me shit (swear)
Got the grapes tatted on my sleeve
(big grape) my daddy he was big G (big four)

was getting attacked
By all of these damn faggots that actually told me that
I was a wannabe Joey and I simply couldn't rap, chill
If I sound like Joey

bill due
Now the house is getting cold
Now the food is getting old
What the hell we finna do
Mama please get some money
I need some new pair of shoes
She

try instead
Just keep going don’t give up
The battle’s hard 
The road is tough
I pray to God to he strengthens me
Walk by faith when I can't see
Lonely

we scopin out the spot.
5 hours go by and I’m still in the parkin lot.
Oh that’s bro right there Damo fuck that shit I’m hopping out.
Said that I was

I been a hustler must I remind them
This is not a $15 line up
Culture Key in this motherfucker
Take some, make some, take some, make some
If you

a couple niggas who pop some percs, just to get em by
My niggas out in cali right now turkeys through the sky
Learned to never quit when the trap is looking

Yeah
Huh

Bitch, I'm real, I don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel
Nigga tryin' me? Okay, he get killed
I ain't sippin' on lean if it ain't got

change but never change cus of the fame
Blow up and I'm copping a chain
Hundred dollar bills out my pockets is only loose change
I be switching my style

getting distracted
Blacking out ain’t seeming as cool
When you wake up with a couple organs missing and a bill from your hospital
Dependency
Got me on my

life
Kim was always chasing you in and out around the house
David paying bills he'll look at you you wouldn't make a sound
They thought it be simple but

I was saved by the racks, the moment that he walked in
Yeah, I can't go back, I gotta stick with my twin
We gon' blow up together, cause you're my

in his hands
just to save me from da burnin flames
amazing grace, he took my place, payed the ransom
then got my sins erased and now
words cant express

the rest of it is made by Bally
Exotic lil bitch she fine she only be smoking Cali
I need all the freak hoes to turn up to this anthem
Shake that ass like

Fake Roses

The Lone Bellow

Then Came the Morning [LP]

2015

just turns the TV on
Puts her mind on better times

Your heart is breaking
I hear what you're saying
You don't have to tell me anything

He won't