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Old freight train, keeps rolling by
Every thirty seconds behind the bar we're playing tonight 
It's rattling the walls
The air raid siren keeps going

Concrete roses at the graveyard
A nigga getting tired of this day job
I mean it feel like the boy don’t get no days off
But I’m getting money man I

on me, now they wanna be me
I felt invisible, but now I know they see me

In a Lamb, shorty hold my hand
(Hold my hand)
All these bands feel like I'm

Windows tinted when I  drive by throw a fit
Downshift, lane switch and then I'm gone
Y'all ain't fuck with me when I saw the vision
Why should I feel sorry

Guess I should've made you not my background
By now
But darling I am still in love with you
It's making me feel like I'm off of the ground
Until i'm

And watch me 
(you have to) 
They goin to try clone and copy 
All of them my sons 
Might as well call me papi 
Need it by the boat 
Might as well call papi

either way I feel stuck'
Glued to my bed, not dead yet, get up
Maybe my words can open locked doors, and if they don't at least I tried' right?
Black ski

lost everything 

Everyday I feel like trapping, but I gotta rap
Everything ain't what it seems fuck that
We hit that lash for 3 p's now he mad and If he

How you trip 'bout everything
I just be doing my thing
Man, I be stacking the bands
Stack it all up to the top
You know that I'm at the top
Your bitch,

Enticing me, pick a fight with me 
Frighten me, spend the night with me
You know it like bae, more less 
And more than likely
We can side kick 
Grab

purpose, they just laughed and then they ran

Feel like I ain't worth a thing and not gon lie it piss me off
I can't give a hoe no ring, yeah ima treat her

The Neighborhood going for gold
Oh no, you suppose to be the boss
But can't take the loss
So you can't face the L
But it's blown across
By the Six Three One Illitia

I realise now it’s time to speak from the heart
If I even got one
A start of something new
Stuck in the trap like a hot glue gun
Everyone switched up

Santa's Karaoke
    
it's a modified double wide some call it a dive on wheels 
Got Christmas vibe 365 with a throwback yuletide feel 
You got

new
2020 Sucks
It never gave a fuck
After all these months alone i still feel stuck
And I just want you by my side
When the days get dark and blue

Jane
(Yeah, yeah)
Brother got taught by the saints
Evolution came and he took it to the name
Either they all shooting or they movin' to the paint
But

can't be realer than niggas that own the bands 
I do it all to be honest I am a fan 
We layin' low like them niggas that got a plan 
I rock suits, Vinucci

right
Like always flirtin 
You out living your life
Better be worth it
Made a n**** feel so bad
Put twenty on ya birkin 
Heard you cheated on me
Now it’s

land but it doesn't feel like mine

Talk bout Shutters, talk ‘bout bands in rubbers
Shirt so big, when i dress, it buffers
Killys afraid when i bounce like flubber
……..
Never seen an opp

bout Shutters
Talk 'bout bands in rubbers
Shirt so big, when i dress, it buffers
Killys afraid when i bounce like flubber

Never seen an opp boy fallin'

spent like 10 bands before it was 12 o'clock
I rode around with my glock I rode around on the block
I seen pigeons comin' in they was whippin' in by

a couple bands up on your head
Tell 'em, hit you with five shots 'til you dead
One through the arm, then one through the leg
The other three come later

Met yesterday
Demons that'll grant everything I say (Say)
Black magic, feeling it pick up the pace (Pace)
I can hear the melodies of pain (Ooo)
Clean