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They keep tryin to take my spot But they just won’t succeed
I know ima make it out and that’s By any means
They out here movin wocky Watch who on ya team

Yes, sir
Ay, big bro, Psyfy told me 
Talk to yall
Y'all come listen up a lil' bit
You might learn something

I'm prayin' for them soldiers on them

mine (I)
I'm jumpin' in, fuck them niggas on the borderline
If you ain't really down right now, this where I draw the line
And my success a be

She put up one hell of a show 
Y’all should tip her 


Talk to me
Who mixing liquids like Bill nye 
Got me texting all these strangers I’m in it like

the people but never adonai they bout to be confused when God begin to pass him by, We all know that our time's ticking, People used to rep the blood, I hate

Loss, I'm up til I doze off
It run deep as I proceed, approach my peak like a pole vault
Dance with the Devil & you gon' fuck up your rhythm
Lil mama gon

a paper bag
And drink till my heart's content
Lastly I'll go grab a honey
Gotta be bad like Lopunny

Hey what's up? I'm not gonna front
I use Charmander's

class pic
I'm so my mothers son, you can tell me a Khaled never met
Cause he would know they'll never be a another one
No one will rap wit me, I'm doin

yo head
Devil in yo head
Demons in yo mind
See it’s LV by the thread
And if it’s YYZ it’s slime
Sometimes I be feelin dead
And sometimes I be feelin

writin' some fan fiction that I can't feel
Shitty film on a bad reel
So counterfeit, that's a bad bill
I'm gon get all that I'm worth long as I'm breathin'

she might indulge in some hookah
The quiet type not the kind who making mad noise
Her only vice she was addicted to them bad boys
I'm talking in and out

Practice makes perfect
You worth it
Robyn
I'm still going be Robyn
He heh
Yeah
And I'm on that
Paper chase paper chase
Get them pennies out my face

Reminiscence on hoes that I have broke
And thinking of them loose things I would do
I be the MC Mack for life matter fact
I'm standing on my own to stack
Them

other hand on her hip
Cause I'm ready for the drop like the beat coming
B come in bitches, drop jaws from me dumping
Jewels for the fools, give em food

massah
Oh, she be like, "Bleu, cum for me faster"
I'm an old dirty-ass bastard
They gon' hunt you 'til you captured

I got fifty thousand for a murder
I

his melanin's black
Don't cry, give him a clap (blah)
I'm Lucifer, the Y-3 fly devilish cat
Who decides Heaven is wack, now my attention is back

John Gabbana
I'm surrounded by steppers
My dog just caught 5, he didn't fold under pressure
(Belin be chasin' them bands, boy)
Sheesh
(It's

is you running from
I ain’t shower in cold running water to be no fucking bum went from
I gotta call you back later right nows a bad time to
Let me rub

broke, I aint got Ten lil cents
And still I got a wife to feed, i’d like to be
The one that zooms at lightning speeds with window tint
But still i'm

Peter Pans in the hood
I gotta grow up
I've been down bad
Tryna get my lottery up
Who put the town back on the map
It gotta b us. (Facts)
Anyone opposed

I wasn't gonna say this
But it seems to be the last, thing I'll hold against you
And I wanna make it past
Hating every guy who plays guitar with

butt but she loyal as fuck
To you that ain't bad you rather ass fuck are you mad
On the real fuck a friend bitch I rather count cash
I'm good wherever

phone, don't Even try
Always been a goat, never The kid
No chance to be immature Like imx
No need for flex, my name Whole weight by itself
I'm Convinced,

ain't part of the character 
Run up on me must be smoking crack cause I'm with 4g likes a mobile carrier 

I Bucked Tappz & he blue like Leicester 
Bucked