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is what we talking 'bout
Suicidal rates was high
Veinte Veinte took some lives
Jesus held me through the night
He the reason I'm alive
Imma praise him

diamonds i love it when we out and about it

All i got on is this sex appeal
Bank account girl it got a mill
Free lunch till i get visas
I never reply

wasting my energy on peons
I know I'm a problem child
Used to throw tantrums 
Stomp around
The teachers would have to send me out
Call my mom and say this

holds no rain
It just hangs in constant pain
A relentless reminder of what lies on the horizon

Snow on these hills
This tree by the bank
Lights for

I weatherd 
I'll be in Peru in a week 
what do you see .. what do you see 
a nigga that Made it without a degree 
corner to corner I'm taking December

God bless the child who has his own and that's a old quote, a old cliche that everyone should live by
Why?
Because you should have your own you

the trick to this shit 
Is to throw a fit 
Spit em your shit
Like a broken t-toilet 
Bitch 
Hold that shit 
Fuck niggas offers just throw that shit 
Fuck all

there
You wouldn't be able to
Purchase a Minions bear
Or attend a Caribbean fair
I don't give a fuck
How pretty you are
I'ma judge you by what comes
Out

Standing by a crossroad he begins the chanting-
Of a spell a globe of light was granted from Hell-
4.5-Came his demons with a hiss it asked, "" Now what-
Is

waste to the face
We in V6s, no plates
We burnin' through the terrain
Fuck what it is, does it hit?
I got so rich off this pain
I post a pic, now

diamonds i love it when we out and about it

All i got on is this sex appeal
Bank account girl it got a mill
Free lunch till i get visas
I never reply

for me to realize the game is wicked 
shit can't even trust the niggas that I used to hang with 
huh, but I remember what my brother told me 
I know

I might run through every light
Tonight is the night, like Betty, Wright
Fuck up tonight

Fuck it up, fuck it up
Real niggas stop what you're doin

paid you
Witty nigga spittin' that real shit so be thankful
Middle name is hunter, I kill niggas like Django
On the rise
Leavin' niggas surprised til my

want these shackles free
My hands up officer
What more could you want from me?
Clear you just see red
Judgement clouded by jealousy
I'm tired of fucking

and noose us
That dagger tool
Trust rely on few or
Get stabbed by Judas
Oh Lord

Am I kinda psycho
My mind is like tightrope
I can't look down I might choke

were there
When they needed you most
But where were you when
I needed you first
I had to do this shit by myself
All alone
All On my own
No matter how old

up this money yet, nigga, at the time
Niggas workin' in the coupe, I told this bitch, don't stop

Wonder if it's too early, dumb bitch, what's the plan

you what i really know
but you´re too scared to see what I will show
I should tell you what i really know, what i wanna show 

Crazy Angelina
is eating

Daddie's Makin' Monsters

Demented Are Go

Hellucifernation

1999

the moonlight
Freaks all come alive
Wandering round the garden
Mutants running wild
Got to find a victim
For daddy to operate
What will he make this time

the

Dark The Bradshaw is in this, I'm a track star
COG, the new black star Got too many tools to drive in a small car
In a small car, in a small car Driving

on the simplistic
You think I'm fucked up, but I'm being realistic
I'd rather seize the day, one by one
I got to much ta say, feelen bright like that sun
Wake bake up

don't judge if you don't know me
Told the devil he couldn't afford me
I'm Gods child, my faith is solid
Peter piper pick your reverend
Fake prophets, read

sending me their shit songs, I don't like rap music
I like a bit of Destiny's Child
Say My Name is so therapeutic
Britney Spears's song toxic is a little