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the world's on fire
"Wishing well" they say but is not you, they think about when fulfilling their desires
You can tell by the flames on their pants, is obvious

Shhh
Chirpies
Can i have some chicken fingers
French fries and a sprite
I promise i won’t drop it in the car
Promise
All black Beamer bumpin
Biggie

hoes by the load they gon' come in minutes
New diamonds came in from the jeweler
Left hand on hold clip tight long a ruler
Right hand gone hit bust down

bring a Dominican through
Yeah, can't forget my Trini
She a pretty girl, half fat, half skinny
Her temper like a pepper sauce, girl, pour me plenty

It's the consequence for writing in
Booths inviting the truth
I define my life inside of
My borough blinded by proof
That I was meant to do what the
Fuck

to the French Quarters
Look, boo your dreams come true in New Orleans
Ooh I could more green

a Chicagoan baby
I'm a Chicagoan baby
Chillin by the bean on the weekend
Wit a shawty knowin
I'm tryina get W G in
Bout as thick as the accent on Tony Montana

homework...
You'll never have to sit through another movie brought to you by the creators of South Park...
School's out forever....
No more paying bills...
You

the names I've written on my blacklist
Think you're Tony Montana
But you look more like a Hannah
Ain't no Billy Cyrus you're his daughter in disguise
Singing

Fuck you regione, you make me wanna die
When you get McDonald's, you eat the French fries
Never use the ketchup, why would you
Got so much in common,

Warhammer, plotting on the table top
World domination, Range Rover at an intersection, ain't gonna stop
Breaking the walls, make it through at any cost
Get

know it's time to rise
(Hoo-ooh-ooh)
(Hoo-ooh-ooh)

Look, yo (hoo ohh ooh)
She told me, "French, your life's a movie, come and watch it babe"
But

a person through a dark forest by torchlight
With no map, no compass, no divine oversight
So we can’t expect it to behave nice or known what’s right
Suppose

know that shit doing something to her
And if she bend over like the A-Train
Imma run right through her
Got that bitch claw marks on the headboard
They be

the train
'Cause when it comes to grindin', I bum it out
Like fresh not his name
I used to be impressed by you lame
Now when you see the Mac shells fly

Did the water
Get heavy and overrun the town
Or did people come knock 'em down?
Are they trying to help 'em out
Or trying to kick 'em out?
When you see

for no leather (that's long cuz')
AMG on a Merc, two-litre and the seats come leather (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

The feds done said that I'm

snipers on the roof to ensure nothing goes wrong. Let me shut my mouth let, let me come again, let me shout, let me work it out, let me work her friend, im

the pig pen
Spiderman how Im in tune wit my sixth sense
And I come through wit the mothafucken ape shit
Then they be like damn Zuu you the greatest
Bitch

nigahs be hiding
That back door
Man you can not find it
It's cloaked mayne
You nigahs be gone
Off coke mayne
Think you Tony Montana
Get you smoked mayne

your throat, so when you scream, only blood comes out
I doubt that there could ever be...a more wicked MC
'Cuz AIDs infested child molesters aren't

My heart
I hear the sound of my hurt
I hear the sound of your tears
Rippling through my ears (They're rippling through my ears)
My part, the shoulder

Can tell y'all never really been through pain 
Being broke made me go insane 
I talk to Dinero call me strange 
When I die just bury me in chains 
Pull

have you house in order
For you see it's finito!

Handles Montana
Really ain't the one
Better do what you can
While you have a fun
One blink of the eye