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rappers
Might die by the hands ofthe craketty-crack-crackers
White lines in the club or get killed by a meth addict
Nine times outta ten the deaths could be

Blank faces and blank stares, as they peer through the window glass
Flipping through the papers of the note I left
Square breathing, hoping for

nigga Marcus
I be rolling in that GT-R, the wangan is my bitch
Had to wreck your boyfriend's ride because he was a snitch
Remember that it's death before

givin' the hug
Push a nigga off effortlessly
Tough times showed me who I could be
Honeysuckle for the medicine please
Thank you for savin' my life
Death

highness
What's up square one, what's happenin'?
We fightin' to the death but never playin' to win
Fuckin' each other over, never lendin' a hand
United we be

the stainless
No amount of scouring can deflate this
Lady Macbeth, fallen into a state
Off-stage with the death, the killer Willy Shakespeare
I am the cause

ring out in town square
Where I sit and think about things, and breath the exhaust filled air
The cars that drive me, the cars that run me over
Walk

ruthless
Keep that pokey on me
Gotta problem wit me square it up
Ain't trigonometry
Ain't no hoe in me
I tell you ain't no hoe in me
I'm built for loyalty

squares
When we really came from the rhombus
Living, walk it like Marcus
Till I'm rotten, my carcass
I'm inches off Caucasian at surface
But my roots are

Tryin find meaning
Got lost in a crowd
A square
In a circle
Smell the air
It's herbal
The essence
Of my presence
For me
Only a p
Fills my prescription
Got

only you playing thuggish, carry your luggage
Off your square, all of that baggage clearly you bugging
Lifetime hustler broke, grinding for nothing

close
Every time I write I kills niggas like a death note
A slight prodigy of young light yagami
To all the ones that ride with me come follow

My soul screaming all you hear is a whimper
Asked for death now it's all jack the ripper
Killing myself for you to get the dripper
All the love I

It may just be a cold
And besides I don't wanna get old
I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party
When the afterparty came, I was

the lord met death well I only seen em twice
Look let me tell you how it really be
Hopping out in foreign sand bussing we on yo granny street
Some do

soul on the black market
My shit's Mad(i)son, no Square Garden
You ain't guarding, I'm on point like James Harden
My lyrics barb wire, you more like

now
You bastard! I'm losing my mind, trust nobody
Go back to the square one
Propaganda to state disgrace
No cure, just wait took my last breath
Am I

on dates
Now I need a mansion with initials in the gates
If you smoking squares bitch you can't get near me
Don't play dumb what now you don't hear me
Open

shooter black and he ugly, I call him Sekou
He be catching charges in his sleep, like it's rest mode
Try angles on a square to get him exed tho
Circling his

kissing me

Chasing the clout
You know my mind is a cloud
My thoughts will be raining down
Everything is about
Me Every time I'm around
But if a square

girl I'm just doing my thing
If she paid for the show then I must entertain
Touch me then trust me I promise I'll swing
We can fight till the death like

keep provoking 'em, they'll do you like Mayweather
One shot to the face, like a Russian bear (Gesuip)
Sometimes it ain't even a shot, you get the death

you a loan cause child support won't leave you alone
The female's death strangle screaming out let's tango
With two of these square ass niggas who

should let the rats devour you to death, but today you will serve as an example to all those who want to follow the path of heretics. Guards, take this