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communicate with vacant stares

I don't be posting my putas
I don't do nothing stupid
I have it close when I'm movin'
En zapatos, I'm a shoe-in

Rap on a track

wait
Break the budget, want a tip then take a number
Tip my top hat, grip on my cane, on my way I'm struttin'
They ain't doing nothing, why saying

the criticism aside get on a track say what the fuck you wanna say
The radios gonna play whatever the listeners say it should
And I want the listeners say they

to a plumber 
Got her by the tracks she done turned to a runner 
I’m burning gas I done turned to a hummer 
Big boy stats I been putting up numbers
Spit pure

fall
Stacking up my chips, Imma go for it all
I got all the cards, so you ain't finna call (Varen made this track)
Oh

Hoes up in my inbox, finna go

a tool i am possessed by the
Spirit's of Langston Hughes
A true pioneer, I am here
Free At Last??? rhyming
For those who thought rapping was a pastime
It's

the pills, just so I could get by
Some days I wanted to cry, others, die
But I didn’t have it in me, i was too pussy to try
Uh, I may not ever reach

I don't play by the book
Five star villain, make a killing
Keep it rigid, show you pussies how we living
When you step into our region

Creeping round

and talk like headphones
You get red light syndrome
I think plot, and get it
You get nothing, finished

My music sucks, that's to the grave
You sound

fall
Stacking up my chips, Imma go for it all
I got all the cards, so you ain't finna call (Varen made this track)
Oh

H**s up in my inbox, finna go

I want to stall, baby are you feeling me?
Track 12, 2014 Forest Hills Drive
Love your life, that's the line that you live by
Love yourz, tatted yo arm

that glitters ain't gold
It ain't gold
No matter how much they hold never fold yo soul
Your soul

Trying to stay warm-hearted in a world so cold
Got

Bet ya stumbling back And wondering man
Is there nothing he cannot Structure in rap
And ya punks are as trash As they come it's a fact
Ya Dumb as a tack

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm hustlin'
It's heavy, it's heavy
It comes elevation
Dedication, patient
Get money, cause I'm all the patient

comfortable when you got nothing
Sweet as a muffin that hoe you been cuffing
Been begging for Moder to give her a stuffing
Shh wait
Fuck it I'm back in attack

Life was full of bliss, I was never losing track of my mind
Man can we take it back, so I can find
So I can find the time that I wasted
It should be

slow it ain't a race it ain't no track shit, 
My mind it still be dwelling in these thoughts I swear it's tragic, 
I'm still searching for a light when

better know am not lazy
Gonna make it by the time a turn swayze
Came a long way from ‘Morgan’s crazy’
Yeah yeah since a dropped me first track
Stayed

right out the party
Cause I get it popping and they all love it specially rocking it J.K productions
You know I got it and it ain't nothing specially

Pour it up, pour it up when I step up in the club
Popping bottles, lotta bitches, but I never fall in love
Paper chasing getting money, then I lock

between love and lust
Ready for the change, practiced patience a must
Startin to understand nothing really was what it was, BUT
Everything will be fine, one

about you and me
Say please and start the brutality
When I did nothing wrong I put my hands up
I'm obeying orders actually
Why can't you just tell me

Hellbent
It started simple but this tangled web you weave/
Will leave you strangled with a cello string tango with the Elohim/
When the bellow

life, yeah
You only need five friends in this life, yeah
That's all, all you need, fuck all the beef
I don't even call them diss tracks
I just call it