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of duckin' one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge

We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we

truck and that bitch disappear
With that 2500, I'm switchin' them gears
Fuck all that talkin', let's get down to business
You say you got money, that

endentured dead walking
To our devastation
But call me Morgan I'm a
Freeman no more driving Daisy
And by His Spirit He enlightened my heart
Gave me a start

By the kingdom, and it's for the kingdom
This is sermons over beats, look, aye
We all love to walk in with our Sunday best
Give a greeting as your

cozy here at home, dear?
I want daisies in green pastures from which we'll never roam
Stay with me darlin'!

Don't you want to pack the Cadillac with

it started

I'm the King of Skill and I K Rule
I be mad poised
Chance Time and I get that bag boi
Optimal by design like a Blastoise

Mario Party DNA,

a angel, I know that this ain't you boo
I got a chrome heart, babygirl played the wrong part
And it's okay to drop some tears, soon as the song start
Now

crazy
They hold a knife waiting to stab you
While handing you daisies
It's insane ya see
That's why it pays to be
Pays to be awake at peace
Or else you

Tropp's the name, I'm a skinny blonde,
Puffin' on some chron, annihilate this song,
 
I'm a strong bitch who knows what I want,
Scream it loud and proud

I'm awake I'm alive I'm feeling free
Seeing Bailey gear all over TV
Keep it fresh keep it clean
Time to shoot a new scene
As I enter the room it's

to a deadly, I was raised by the realest, why you wanna
Test me
Can I speak any clearly
I do it for my people, the hood say they know me
Hustling anyways, my

I am dragger that is by nature
Niggas beside me like we are neighbors
Tryna go far as the hustle gone take us
Need the green paper with the blue

Yeah, I know you heard the song, “‘Dell you’re such a shame!”
But I can treat you better than the rest of these lames
Frontin with fancy airs, but they’re

The range in hip hop is crazy 
Really gets to me lately 
They Lil Yatchy 
I'm lil shotty by how you gauge it
Damn 
Same story 
I just flip through

pointing the pistol at 12 better send him home

Pay for whole thangs but I split ya dome

I can’t make time I be making songs

He don played with that gun so

better songs, honey
Make yourself the sun
And not just be a waiting daisy

And I can see it now, I see, I see
What is was all about, and it ain't me

nothing man I swear
Cause you ain't see potential not aware
Except my homies who been here
When I shift this shit to the next gear
You will stop and do

commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall.  He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED

those who say they are of GOD but really are of Satan (Satan)
I wrote a song about him, it'll be on the album, it's the next track
You should play it,

of melodic
Trying to fuse the old and new styles of rap like gin tonic
Nothing is easy I'm shifting gears it ain't automatic
I read the manual but nothing

Just for Derek's song
Cuz it's his first time
Tryna spit dope rhymes
And I can't ruin it, by rambling on
Breathe in
Breathe out
Alright Jabez
Now let it

Built in 1973
Fossilized technology
Swear the thing sleeps 43
And were not pulling over
Open road by Chevrolet
Sail across the USA
Whole damn

Devin Hester, Ted Ginn with the runback
I switched gears, and I turned some pages
Past year, fire burning- been engulfed with changes
Why's that? Who you

(crazy)
Gone, she be A1 whenever I'm on
Knowin' every single word of my songs (to my songs)
In a instant, stroll up to her
Like, "Baby, you different"