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The sharpest tool in the
Shed getting dumb high
Lord knows a peace of mind is hard to come by
Yo ain't it crazy how
He unsigned avoiding bloodsuckers

did it
You better ask somebody
Draco been a motherfucking menace
Big blunts all around, too high
Young nigga get lifted
I don't play no games
I don't

High off drugs, I feel like Whitney
How you on Dior, but not Christian
Throwin' in the field, no, we can't kick it
Heard I got a sack, now they try blitz

and feel the same
From one pair of shoes, couple shirts to some diamond rings
And ya past ain't nothing to make you feel ashamed
I'd rather die with pride

man
Y'all rest in peace man, fly high
We miss you
You're on our minds
Doing our thing for y'all man
I love my brothers and we bout to split
Been friends

I miss my Nani, I miss my Jaji
I miss my Gaga and my Choka too
This gotta be a nightmare man this can't be true
They stole my cousins and they took

need a damn band-aid
It really ain't no lake, get that shit man-made My Twitter got hacked by a trippy fan page
Start my blue check, I don't miss

Illiodic Shines

Royal Flush

Ghetto Millionaire

1997

wasn't hard to tell one of you niggas'll snitchin
Straight up and down, bitchin, real niggas in position
Tie 'em and down miss 'em, shootin thirty in 'em

would clean my pipes like she wa draino,
wish she wasnt hotter than a plate of jalapenos,
i feel like the kid, that wants to eat his play dough,
you

that came to butter your work toast
This emcees be tried just ask themselves: why?
Reply and no kil' and no I don't get high
It's just not my thing just

Cheaa, cheaa, cheaa, cheaa
I E cheaa
Shoot for the moon if you miss you amongst the stars
When I was young, remember mama told me sky's the limit

And you bet not contest
I’ll go right at you bitch
Like an email address
Yeah
I’m digging ya style
Infatuated by your fragrance
All up in them waters
That

a cake
Beating the batter
Straight to my thighs
Pockets get fatter
Spreading my wings
Soaring up high
Shitting on haters
Chaos IGNITE
Running they mouth

ona moon
Miss my old hood got me feeling like tune
I'm high as the ceiling, ballon
These niggas they hating cause I'm a tycoon
I'm hot like the summer

the neck
Cause my crosshair's bowed
That's a dead shot blow
Cause even when I miss I hit my bullseye bro

Woah

Ain't no way that you could take my flow

thoughtless, no, I remember
Miss the days when I used to be so green
Young hopeless romantic with big heart
Got it broken by age of like twenty three
I ain't

on sleeve, I hold
My head up high like oh
Do re mi
It feels like
I'm always living easy
Catch a nigga in his sweats 90% the time you see me
I'm like Cena every

called me west of Memphis 
Blown away by the Mississippi
Said if you load your truck up and leave right now
Boy, you won't have to miss me

Well, that

Gen Z, but my sound built by different eras
And this game ain't been the same since ruby slim been a playa like
Don't you see this bigger than left

you  gotta be heartless

Imma ride for my people 
International take a flight with my people
Touch the sky with people
Never coming down stay high with

Yeah, here we go

This the first you've heard of my development
I'm faster than a bird, i'm bigger than an elephant
Wanna talk stats? I'm passed that

but you been on the bench for sometime
You miss every shot you don't take, so don't let your flaws leave you behind
See cuz, I used to be just like

fast and you'll just end up where started, keep your guard up cos to them you're just a target
However don't hold it too high, or you'll forget about

dice
Some days I be high on my supply 

I get my kicks 
Like getting hit by a brick  
Rolling round in circles 
Wondering if this is it 

So darlin sweet