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I'll turn you to a casualty nigga
Don't need anyone to blast for me nigga
By my lonely I'll take on yo whole cavalry nigga
No weapon against me shall

by me
But there's something I just can't define
People just don't know how hard it is to be me
They think it's all just changin' water into wine
But

behead him, another one bites the dust
Sick of being a crutch, I've helped people enough
Bout to turn the pressure up, by not giving a fuuuuuck
Enough

That boy soft he wanna lip box
Fuck it take off his fitted
I still ride with killers can't risk it
Niggas be broke can't fix it
Don't want smoke know it

that fire, stop drop roll youngin
Hotter than a stove youngin, whippin' up some coke youngin, how it's so cold?
Coka Cola youngin stayin' with that snow

I'm tryna turn my goals into present tense inspired by that past
And now my future looking heaven sent
I'm mean this tone so heavenly let me thank

and I'm frozen
Shame shackles gotta let it go
I know I know
Turn my life around like a Beyblade
Ima let it go I mean
Let it rip
I hear a whisper in the wind

wasted my potential that was all on me
Now opponents want a piece they getting all of me let's go

Try to beat me now you speaking crazy
Shit will never

just aim at ya box and the Glock gon detox all that chakra, he ran outta juice
You TikTok all yo minutes of maid
This 42 finna dig em, we paid
Bitch I

here I'm really home
This shit feel like a dream to me
Really here I'm really home
I got the fire fueling me
Kill these beats
And make em feel my verses

Where you at Brothers Johnson? Where you at Funkadelic? Where you at Earth Wind and Fire?
Bang those speakers, adjust those Alpines
We keepin' it

Up in the morning, awake, an insomniac.
Fly like a bird, I’m on fire, the Pontiac.
Rick in the spot, need my cash where the money at.

I ain’t too

you use the day of your death before he turn the oven on to cremate you / by the end of this I bet you wish you never wake up / was told the Grim Reaper

Ayo, I'm loving this fucking beat
Haha, woo, I'm feeling myself with this
Ayo P, turn the volume up a little bit for me man
Ayo, ayo
I'm countin'

Strap in
It's about to get wild
Switching up the beat
It's about to go down
Hotter
Ain't got no time for no mild
I'm rolling with the clique
And u

or five turn Jordan, a lesson for weapon
Lesson you get past 23 with a clean record

Carried by sixes undefeated, calm under pressure
Was born under

On a run, he escapes til his knees hurt
Poverty can convert to a mean person
He would rather leave Earth than to be served
So he always go hard when the beat

How you gon', how you gon' flex on me How you gon' flex on me

06, I bought a house off of rap money
I was only 25, I was always on the grind
My box

Ever So Clear

Bushwick Bill

Planet Groove: The Shaun Ryder Session

2001

supposed to be on this planet earth
I take a deep breath, and then another follows
'cause hardship is kinda hard to swallow
See, it's rough bein a loner
Not

the odds against them,
Success is all they see,
And defeat is rarely mentioned.
When this beat falls off, 
The writers drop their pins,
DJ spin the turn

strength ‘n might, tough love, heart, ‘n mind
Oooo we got a fighter

I’m everything unorthodox heard out ya speaker box
My heart Banger Beats it knocks
Hits

has gotta be heaven tonight
'cause stayin' here has gotta be hell
dyin' in the city like a fire on the water
let's go runnin' on the back of the wind

I sit here waiting everyday
For you to notice me
To take me out this giant mess
We call reality

Now I've been in the fire
And at this point it's

stickin' to the plot
Irresistible is why they couldn't fit me in a box
I had my empire, crashed by desire

Doin' favors for those chastised and briar
Don't