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to break

My verses stuck in your brain call me a tiktok trend
Seeming annoyed by it but you'll listen again
I'm a lyrical Da Vinci when I pick up a pen

shown it
So get off my cajones
Don't ever play yourself
By thinking that you know me
I pray when I am lonely
I pray for God to grow me
I pray I pray I

someone like me
Why can't you just comprehend
You goddamn right I'm gon be free
You been mad since I been three
They got mad when I OD 'ed
Since then I've

silence em
You added up
If he take away from me
I am divided em
Multiply that by the fact that I have been given nothin
This is not up for discussion
I am

shots in the private jet
Mirror Mirror on the wall

[Verse 3: 7 Pages]
50/50 in another way
I can trap in another way
Bitches trapping in the private jet

like poker, you bidding too, but I can match that and raise that by four n*gga

[Chorus]
Hit em up. Put your mother f*cking hands up (Get ‘em up n*gga)

the gas who laughin the last true passion I have you mad I'm glad don't trip Oh no won't
flip won't fold don't quit go bold no risk no gold
Verse 3
We

did when we look bacc
the times just skip by so fast
sometimes we wish we could go back 
but memories make it alright
we live for the things we

what I'm about to say with out a doubt or delay you better get out the way.

Verse 2

Came from a family third son sixth child plagued by insanity cursed

motivation AceMentor 

[VERSE-1] 
Whenever am down you would hold me up and motivate
 Even when the devil will be trying to exasperate
 You‘ll be by my side

ain't fuckin' wit me aye it's cool same to you
Infinite level up super Mario stage 3 on the stairs
c free man from there
Infinite chances make

living day by day 
Not that I don't want to be paid a weekly wage 
the clock tick tocs but what have I made
What have a gained nothing I can trade
For

stay true, all rhymes I make new
cause im trying to keep up
how can i be enough when i get by with luck
never have enough, never good enough
never have

think I left y'all
Back in  95 I put Red Out on vinyl 

This music now strange deranged it's mental
Pushing Percocet Molly and death by Fentanyl

I see,

niggas be capping for thrills.


We out here eating lobster and steak while y'all piecing up on a meal.

We out here rolling 3.5's y'all out here smoking

You ain't really bout that life
NcH
Talk about the sauce, you more like dressin'
Talk about the juice, you ain't out here finessin'
NcH (x3)
What

credit shitshow understater
The frontbench napper, Coldplay toe tapper
Po-faced, old age, road rage, soul sapper
I’m the three homes owner, austerity

you die.
That means if I want that cake, I will bake that pie.
I will send some shit to your Wip, when you ride by.
Take your bitch, lay her down,

słowa dają siłę by iść dalej
Wszystkich hejterów pozdrawiam wielkim szczerym fakiem
I wiedz że na prawdę w ogóle mnie nie wzruszasz
Kiedy mówisz za

(sheesh)/
Triple O-T, No game 3--
Nba streetz--
Steph Curry
Finally off the leash, I'm
Chipping jerseys in the paint
(Sheesh)! /


I've been riding really

Un-education equals nothing but World War III

I'm getting off-topic
The problem is musicians can protect self-image
By conforming to others beliefs and
Stick

It’s Nice outside by the streetlight
Had a couple paths
But you know I chose the street life
Move a couple packs
Show you how to flip a P like
I

even ask me
I’m blowing track meet blunts
All by myself 
He’s stuck 
A couple laps he’s up
Gotta go past these ducks
Gotta get past these fucks
Round

East atlanta , me curt, and lil tony we was serving sack

 Harangue frm da 3 great granny stayed on Colman