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the mold all up

The 5 fingers in her right hand fist balled up.

Sup mayne, y'all holding me down still mayne
Shout out to my niggaz out there on the West, what up Balance
Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz over

I'm around
And then they attack me while I'm down
But this my stance, battle ground
I fight with hands, ammo's out
All dressed in camo, standing outs

backdoor, you know you gotta build suspense
Junkies lining by the door, I know they chasing for a hit
All these quote on quote killers, you ain't never took

to five so the pressure is applied
And a youngin lowkey trippin' they like how you finna drive
I ain't simpin' over bitches I don't even got the time
But if

of testing it on something, they’ve been testing us all their lives
They have all control over your life
You won’t have a job your mind your soul anymore
By

shining while mining my soul for diamonds/
standing on the shoulders of giants but held down by my environment//
,  2 oh 3rd based creative, cadence

My hands are shaking feel like my voice is gonna start breaking
I jump up on a stage and worry bout the impact I'm making
I'm sitting at my desk

Throughout the whole experience
I done lent a helping hand
I done been yo pallbearer
I done kept yo lights on
I done saved yo fucking marriage
I was wit u

swear they couldn't hear you when you said I can't breathe 
They will swear you were a threat to they neighborhood 
When all you had was skittles

all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs

[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,

on the v12 peddle to the floor
Puffing on a pre embargo perusing over my options
Turks and Caicos or carnival with all my mobsters
I studied the scholars

it by my side when I ride
I don't trust her vibes
Fingers on Five when I hug the Nine
Niggas know, Bitches know
Love is Blind
Lately you've been stuck

what’s digging
Shock is holding me down
Peeps are living in darkness
Captives are helpless, countless rituals
They are making it commercial by wicked peeps

of the tomb
Resurrected from the dead and the doomed
Sun is still shining and no it's not over   
Don't lose it all now try to keep your composure
Stay in

of ice 
What is left? Nothing not fake 
Voiceless, blend in, get by
How am I doing at six foot five
My breath stalked with watchful eye
I can't move my

Over 45 with a 45, getting dinero
Keep laughing and get killed by a weirdo

Lecxs welcome to wars son bring it to me
Banging MC’s like an MPC
How ya gone

this world got me winded
Slowly drifting, sands of time gripping, by hourglass slipping
Hands on the clock steady turning, tick tock, I feel the curtains

Four years in the making
Might ramble here quite a bit
So take a seat, gather round
Welcome all to my shortlist
Of what I'm going through, I wanted

the vehicle
I called nine one one again, this time, the same Officer Willer answered the call and gave Stella directions all over again to the Greyhound Station

clearer, 

To be honest, man I’ve never even been here,

Rup your hands and prepare as I switch gear, 

It’s Dani B and I’m making sure this shit’s clear,

frustrated I would write
Scotty said it's tight
Scotty was my right hand man from the jump
Leave at lunch
Skippin' 5th 6th and 7th to record
Piece of junk old

friend? (Lord saved an angel, watch over my own)
I came not to call the righteous, but the sinners to repentance, Luke 5:32
They say gangsters don't pray,

that eternal sleep in that dirt
All that time we over-work
In a system so pervert
You take our voice so we can't speak it
I'm so done being defeated

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