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in for the kingdom, it's time to get it, I ain't trippin' over nothin', it don't look like Michael Myer Victims
And God don't approve, it gets no love,

the AM time is funds gotta get this dough
While your man's in cunch surrounded by rats and cats tryna push this snow
Recently he got 2.5 for the county

bitch, Ludacris, bitch, move

Yeah
Shoutout H-Town, payin' Michael Jordan for the blue
Fuck the breakdown, sellin' whole thangs by the twos
Play with me,

prayer out of schools
We fail to realize that they breaking all of the rules we confused by the television, radio, and gossip
Sit back relax and listen

a wound by a gash
Me and seven together tethered we matched
Even Goya in the back you know we attached
Scarred from these wounds
Scarred from these wounds

my tongue
Rehearsing moves like Michael
Can't jack my skill set son
So I try my best to sit and pay attention
But every time I look up
Feels like I'm

Don't do the average,
All this water on my neck
Like I'm Michael Phelps,
I done swam with the Sharks While you ask for help,
I done came clutch like
I'm

for life, I'm tryna decide
I might hit her tonight, get the girl right
I give her the pipe, the way that she like
I beat it like Michael Jackson she

drink
Headed to this kick back you know we gotta lab it
I need some gas money so i can fill my tank up
I might of had to snitch all un on my vato
I might

Listen

Planet Asia

Abrasions

2013

she be waiting to flirt
With a next man, a next hand, up under the skirt
Another dick in the jaw, more dick in the george
While you home sleeping,

left the nigga in some ruins
Pop a shroomy hit the road yeah nigga I be cruising
Brought the bag home now I'm hopping out the R8
Took a trip off

Like Michael and Jason they fear me
I can smell the fear coming off your back
I got these are the rappin Niggas under attack
Ima eat these rap niggas one

jigga fun won tan
Why dem niggas acting up
They know time is money you can tell it by my Michael Korrs
Home I'm so versatile
Singing while I'm spitting

of ya
On the other Side
Like that brother Michael W
Smith Got a gift
And I'm using it to glorify
Him full of sin Was this man
I was sure to die
Thought I

Yeah, I'm riding back home right with my side
DND on, stop hitting my line
Get the bag now I ain't got no time
Getting that green that's on my mind

Yeah, I'm riding back home right with my side
DND on, stop hitting my line
Get the bag now I ain't got no time
Getting that green that's on my mind

fight you they like you then they knife you
This vicious cycle left me holier than Michael
A prophet without a home spitting filthy just to spite you

Smoking by my lonely lonely
Ak forty seven for the hate
I'm counting Yoshi
Talking to my nigga for the pain
The devil want me
Leave it

on they bitches (Uh). I tumble into pusssy, weed and lots of riches. I know you can not relate you broke sons of bitches. She throw it back I hit it hard

more money than a jew
bro I'm colder than the flu, achoo
I ball like michael jordan I don't even need the shoes
You're getting it confused
Money doesn't

it? wait till when I'm mad
Michael Jack called, wants his style back, says I'm bad
I'm gonna keep murdering
All the beats, meddling
With the bars,

wrong so I can do you right
Now ima get you right
Had to do some bitches wrong so I can do you right
And if she fuck the vibe up she get sent home

know I’m in it 
Boss of this shit the lutenient
She know handle my business 
Yea Im known I’m the streets as a Menace

I’m the Michael jordan of my team

certain
This girl yeah she had the nerve to tell me I didn't deserve her
Three minutes flew by I look at the time I'm crashing and burning
Look at this