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Run up if you wanna get knocked
There is no revive, this is not Black Ops
Rage till my fucking heart stop
Don't know if I'll be alive after running

Tall ass nigga (Tall, Aye Why don't you ball)
Thanksgiving day, it be like I go over my auntie house
Meet some of the people on her side they be like

And now I'm "cold heart" riding through the deep ends
Whether or not you with me it Don't matter I Don't need friends
I told them wrap them bails, we

still I'm manic
It's everyday, I bet you'd panic
Personally I wouldn't have it
It's when I'm sane my brain canny hack it
I love spitting just don't forget

with bullet holes, yeah he goodie though but you know that don’t stop shit
Get rich or die trying, don’t question the plan
Progress where I stand, less

you saw me start, hello if you don't know me, Stay Crispy don't keep it low key, but make sure that this bumps, when your tryin to let it go, so now

my shit and you die
I dont give fuck about your reasons or the why
Bitch i use to be shy i aint gon lie
Everyone telling me you need to chill out ry
I

Feels like everything is different from before
I got millions on my mind I can’t avoid
(All these other thoughts I can’t avoid)
And I can’t stop getting

you know what I mean
You don't know who in this room might be the peanut butter to your jelly
You know what I mean
Peanut butter makes a good sandwich,

watching everything that you do. Please keep that in mind.

What if I told you that this world's future was in your control,
And a change in you could change

he's done I take what's
Left and mix with Spam
And eat you by the moonlight
Sittin and listenin to Mr bones sacrifice
Ain't nothing nice
Deadly medley

or would it be a score
Would you celebrate my life or would that be a chore
It's no shock that I hate myself
At the same time I don't want anyone else
I bet

know
So don't blow me if you don't plan to choke
Sick flow, no antidote
Treat her like fruit, eat the bitch like cantaloupe
I mix well with a sample

like Lumidee
You don't got to understand mine like a land mine
Mind blown wind chimes dial up dimes like a land line
Verbal land slides from my mandible

mix
Surrounded by investors, dope dealers, and pretty chicks
Minus the ‘R’ cuz they more petty
But porn heavy
Don’t ask how I’m built, cuz I was born

up with a hatchet, place your head up in a bag
But I don't gotta' fit in, it don't stop
What you doin' for the clout, you are lost
You don't know who

with a stray 
Ultra lights 
Mixed with High lights 
Through a limelight 
I feel life 
Reference me as your king 
Don't feel the same 
Fuck you then
Bitch

more
Homicide on my mind, why you think you 'bout to die?
See the Freddie in your room and you 'bout to meet the doom

Pop it, pop it, rock it, sock

love and she replaced it
Baby, don't you leave me, I just want to see you naked
She say can I come and take her soul and I'm a take it
Pit stop, leave

you can pry this mic from colder hands
You've got no chance and you get no love
Like no one wants to hold your hand
I don't care about you nerds with

Forreal
You really don't give me no chose
I can tell by the tone in your voice
That pussy already moist
And you want me to come get it of course
She wanna

a chemist when I'm fucking with the vic
I see my nigga get sick off the mix
Street life nigga get in it and get it right
Tomorrow ain't promised you could die

To show You off
I don't need to see Your vision
I'm freely giving it
I don't even need precision
I'm eating beats with writtens
I'm in too deep to not seek

think we can do it, watch us graduate, levitate to prove it
Your eyes bloodshot, ruby red, Dorothy kicks
No I’m not, in the mix, if you are, do your thang