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Long guns, points white bones Ashed it
Wrong cunts coined ripe old
Trash bitch
Songs front going right on passed it
And I smoke out papers
Inhale

the super friendly ones
They'll put you in a death trap
This world is viscous, angelic smiles I'm seeing but their heart is so malicious
So wicked I don't get

Don't go to Australia, cuz there's spiders in your basement
Who in Australia has a fucking basement
How the fuck does it even make sense
We don't have

em, knowing if they creep
He just pray he got his gun with him
Or it's JPEGs on Pro Clubs
His uncle sold dust
Around the same time mom and pops broke up

To keep you comfortable, I been spending above my credit
But I ain't worried ‘bout that because I think you're worth it 
They say nobody's perfect, I'm

Bro X me out, so I don't really fuck with it
When you get stabbed in the back by the ones you love

Make you wanna fuck what's on the back
Just fuck

Havana
Not from Chicago but bitch say I'm windy
Blowing on trees best believe it's that Indi
Finna start problems while Im in the indies
My name is the tea

act like a bully
I prefer A.R.P. come fully, from the back pull her hair give her noogies
Drank and Zaza ion play with my boogies
Say I'm sweet

too nice fam
Now I'm alone pull the shades, dim the lights, and
First one to come through the door give 'em a flight plan
I gotta say it's an affordable

get involved with people 

They say Silence is golden, yeah talk is cheaper

That's why I talk my shit

That's all I got! I need it!

Cops follow me,

dreaming big in trenches even when we got no capital
Why do we flirt the contemptions in us
Read through the rules, they say keep it a love
Street burn its

Caramel

Terror Jr

Bop City 2: TerroRising

2017

I need pharmaceuticals just to get my cuticles done
I've been running from the moon since I got burned by the sun
Your face brand new but your

it you just need more buzz
I'm like if we make it we gone need more guns
Can't share my location baby case I'm on the run
I don't get no sleep no more

the people
I've been offended by them n*ggas
Who don't spit it from the heart or for the people
You benefittin' from the struggle of the people who don't have

that will change, and I think that your stupid 
Young man's game, fucked with me, opinions they stuck on me
Misery company, resistance, it tugged on me

sell your soul for a million dollar deal
Lyrical disciple, my raps are trifle
Kick it with the wisdom as I speak the gospel
I get hostile with this

our little babies are dying?
Stop talking about it on MSNBC and elect to do something
Get off your ass and stop being silent
Cuz overall I feel like our

it's gone when the clothes on
I will back hand a bitch if he flashin' a prop gun
Got my bro on my side like he shotgun
Put your bro in the sky like he

'Cause soon as I get loose
I'll be shooting from my top gun
Better duck, duck, Goose
Gotta noose on every verse
So you hanging on my every word
And if you

to weather the storm
It's just a part of the game
Dear mama, they blocking your son (sun) like visors and blinds
These artists quick to lose the things I'm

they don't even feel it when I'm being real with em

Facts
They don't want me talking like that
They just want a gun in my lap
And a girl on my sack

Reddit chata all my niggas like, we bought that cheddar
Yea that mack eleven, and biretta
Say ah, you dumbass niggas
I hop out the WIP, with a gun

dad,
In the field,
Big rack,
Deer in his hand for the photograph,
Look back,
What is that,
Kids where I'm from ain't seen that,
Never shot a gun they

audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from
V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one
Headshot for the year, you better walk around