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pushing that ass up back up
all of my homies and these putos act up
my gat's tucked but I'm just here to have a good time
there's to much pussy up in

on the same block
Been stackin' up legos
Keep shooters on stand-by
They shoot when I say so
Stretch dog with the fentanyl
Stretch lean with the Karo
Big dog,

But they don't understand 

These the things Jesus handles 

But that's what you see
 
When you look up to a Kirk Randle
 
Sight's blocked by the bangs

melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that

to tell her
Tryna bang like Jay-Z
Tryna be in Rocafella
Shit I just finessed a cougar took her groove like she was Stella
I'm just tryna see if Stella got

make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t no skr skr rapper, I’m only the first
That’s

let it bang
Little boy my clone
Act so bad but you jack my flow
Did it on my own
Why so sad need to call yo home
I just got Louis V on my clothes
Big

by the water
Finna spit Roman candles
Now die if you wanna live if you gonna
Try and get done up, nigga, ‘cause I’m one up
I’m the motherfucking

Drummond
Like a virgin nigga on his third stroke, boy, you know I'm comin
Like I'm up to bat and it's my second strike, I can't go for nothin
I don't even

Matter fact, never again
You a small island, I'm the big hurricane that just swept in
Pick a suit and a place you wanna get left in
Oh my, look

Then I execute'em  no silencers or potatoes 
Just big bangs them hallow points giving halos
Hungry for the game and you can tell I'm on the hunt
Eating

give me yours, who am I to argue
Have her back by tomorrow
Til she bang a nigga line, asking for a part two

Bitch, I need reparations for all

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Yes Sir, I Will

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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Words sometimes

talk, that lad and I'm no wimp fam
I ain't even going to quit AFTER I'm dead

Real big spliff when I blaze in my grave
Six deep, all pale and bony as fuck

a lie, uh
(That shit was a lie)
Why nigga act like I owe him? 2014
Man I ain't even know him
(I ain't know him)
My lil' brother mad, he said
I put 50,

that’s my logo
My haters ain’t got no dough
I’ve been on the grind from the get go
Tryna make big sales like I work in Tesco
Tryna chase this dream I ain’t

your act
They don't want war, know I'mma conker that
Spray A-K with a dang blade attached
Came to make greatness, they could never have
And we cook

my niggas up north by the Bay
Trying to twist in my whip, I got the big body Benz
Cause I'm rolling with my nephew and we smoking again
""Turn your

chips, no Smith
I'm out for the clout an' shit
Why you down and out with it
Try and amount to this
(Nah) , nah, it's too high
I flew by with the crew in

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

im the best bitch
Big Bang attack, that's Vegeta on yo chest bitch
Bring you by your head, call me Broly check my pecks bitch
Nine One-One nigga down,

how to act so they split real quick
Now you left there thinkin like 
Never mind get the brick time here that click click click click bang 
That's

her hips as the beat bangs
She digs what I'm about, she digs my game
Now she wanna get attached at the hip with my name
I got three words for you, no

No Church In the Wild

Joe Budden

The King of New Jersey

threaten me with ya thoughts just never speak it
One gun accompanied by prayers I never need it
Burning flesh, skin peeling, slow inferno
Take away what