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Yeah muthafucka
You got the album
Now meet Bullet, Foe Foe, Cell Block, Full Clip
And I'm Lil' Shank
This Psychopathic Rydas muthafucka
Cut em all

Cali with a baddie passin’ cannabis
I’ll be in the valley somewhere out by where the mansions is
Heard about your album sorry that you had to cancel it

Play "bulletproof baby"
On apple music
Lyrics for bulletproof baby by silvana imam
I know you ain't gonna back down on us now that we need you
I want

I must confess, I am unimpressed
By them numbers on your check
Had to interject
Had it in her neck
Had her in her sweats
Had some winter sex
Bitch

okay
We gon' be okay if we be honest and shit
Killin' all the demons in our closet and shit
Pull up lace's album put it on for a bit
Close your eyes

burnt by the 3 KKKs- 400 plus years beginning stage- 40 acres and a mule- where it’s at I’m confused- only country it’s a crime to send ya kids to school-

momma and my brothers in need
Now shall I proceed to prove everybody wrong
In the studio going strong in my own zone
Memos filled of verses, got albums in

cobiças o meu Hustler porque eu txillo lá pras oito
mina AniEmBy mesmo morto, só escrevo textos MIA COUTO 
eu phando a vida a minha maneira desde puto desde

an album dog, and make it bumpin’
Yeah, five times I've started over and
It's like I'm never really satisfied with where I'm at
All the work is lost,

talk down on my name 
When you asked for advise
Gotta stay ready for everything
Don't let them catch you by surprise 
They ask me how to became wise

Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I

so cautiously
R.I.P to the soldiers resting in peace
Got the world on my shoulder the rest is on me
Sometimes I feel like Akon when I rode by my lonely

Shakin' in the Alley

Mac Mall

Immaculate

and livin large
The clothes, plus the cars and the video broads
At a show he gets a call by a crooked A&R
You know how the rest go, the snake told the boy he

keep fuckin' grinding til I’m top of my field
And bro just drop the album that shit was tough on the real Woah
On the real Woah
On the real
That shit was

przez tygodnie
Miesiące I lata pisać o tym album trzeci
Nie zrozumiesz takich jak my jak ci terapeuci
Powiedzieli że nie ma powodów by się martwić
I to na

been ridin on my wave, now you seasick
Kick that, my mind is pitch black
Consumed by who's who and fashion switch backs
Y'all cap, man that shit straight

Taught by Master Fard, hard
Now I'm pulling your card (Ah yeah)
We travel, unravel, dabble in the dopeness
A jam that make you want
To know who wrote this

qu’ils en savent
C’est les nerfs d’la guerre
Drive by dans leur mère ah ouais ah ouais
Pour une biatch
Toi ta oublié la miff
Tu dois des sous dans

siano co dopiero je oszczędzać
Zadłużenie rośnie hajs topnieje w rękach
Człowiek by się napił weź przestań
Robota jest nie chcą płacić klapa w miecha

all that fair, end of day
I would scrap this whole ass album all to spend just a day
In the singular place I feel comfortable that's with you cause you

147Calboy, niggas, envy me
Like why would I trip? My lil' bro, he my mini-me
Bitch, I live by that smoke, yeah, I'm damn near a chimney
Got a message,

Yeah, man, it's your boy J stalin
Man, you feel me
I'm just sittin' here lookin'
At this photo album, man
I got a lot of niggas that ain't here no

I've been slipping
I feel like I lost ambition
Losing focus, I stopped listening
Everybody sound like politicians, mind by business
This spliff is mine

performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he