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berma shon dey talk
Fifty fifty middleman kraa gye block
We dey search moves y3 hwehw3 more plugs
Up and awake working twenty four seven
For me nuamon I

and done man it'd be a bad call
Like every ball called a strike in a game of baseball umped by Stevie fuckin' Wonder
Or every landline phoning when

Better get up on your p’s and q’s 
I’m only on my season 2 
Twenty two months in and I kill a beat that’s feeling new 
Giving you many a reason to be

chosen avenger he's a man of god
that day in September yeah we never forgot
you'll find it 
you'll find it there
he left this morning to the wicked

Christ by God
To share his bloody win
I love my niggas
So I check on bronem
Lord give me sleep
You know I need that honey rem
One hundred and twenty seven

Your cognitive was targeted for assaults by a stroke
Weren't close, since my entry was concurrent
With plenty of your hurting, now it's curtains, I'm

challenge is alerting-
I put Cuphead into shame!
Your legacy ends up as a chapter in my game!
I take you by the mug, man nice appetizer!
Shake it up an' get

Nigga was slow, 20 frames
Racist man, calling me names
Called the cops, they came in lanes
After all, I came out safe
Once again, I won the race


With my

ain't a race

20 years by, and the weather's brutal
Straight out of college so, I'm living frugal
Facing insecurity, it's hard to see
But girl it's better

work
I'm nothing like these so called cats I make rappers turn in they microphone
Rap license gone twenty-five to life
My goal in life is to put lifers

out a lonely whaler
That kept a steady gaze
He was haunted by the law
For a count of sixty crimes
Many were for stealing
But twenty-five for taking

Woo Woo

Ima come in 20 damn
Ima come in yeah punch me in
Ima come in 24 bars non stop
Took a opp chain now I trade it at the pawn shop

I just let

for the common man
Martin van Buren was nicknamed Little Van
William Henry Harrison, in a month had died
Number 10, John Tyler, struggled to preside

the world give no fucks and no reaction/
Why they think my mind is absent when they see me jumpin' back in/
This isn't back then, matter fact a different man

Heard about the pipe game now she curious
She getting tongued down by a lyricist
I cannot come down swear this high forever
Put you and your boys in

Said that had weapons of mass destruction but the evidence
Proves, that's a god damn lie
This is looting you should be bothered by so man why
Is Tucker

don't know if niggas really bout me
Man
And all that fake funking niggas knowing that they do too much
Pull up on em in the two seater
Demons in me so I

This is the twenty-first century.  

DOROTHY relieves RAJ of his phone. She chooses a male spectator.

DOROTHY
You can be Attractive Man in Bar.

I'm not kiddin'
Piff man but best believe I got the soft flippin'
Tryna get a bag, momma mad kus I do not listen
I'm that nigga that your baby father

blame song
Never fixing whats wrong

What happened to the good old days
When Children laugh and play
Society dem raised by
Nowadays dem just want AKs

Told her shorty bend low
Your man ah scarecrow
He talkin about the new iphone twelve pro
All up in walls like a wall gecko
Gyali want the pana but I'm

the spirit that God gave me
Is unreachable by man

He's my councillor, protector,
My confidant and friend
And it's him that's going to keep me going

A man called Jesus made mud and anointed mine eyes, and said to me, Go to Siloam and wash: and having gone and washed, I saw. (John 9:11)

Jesus heard

of him, cuz he's a weirdo shirt tucked in
But now i'm adult, y'all mad at what i'm tuckin'
"I hope he dont recall, what we all called him in the study hall