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that's brave enough to face the music
Too amusing
Spittin mucus through the sick vernacular
Puttin entire booths on
Get free humiliation by the bar, no

name three
Make that shit talk with every word you say
Don't make our names bad surprising eyes
By disguising lies
If i said it did it meant it aint no

clutchin' dirty 9 it's right under my belt
Get outta' line won't hesitate I get to bussin' shells
Grew up in trenches man in compton they was casting spells

crack
The Jews with bad credit, the blacks with dirty cash
The early birds in the front, ones that's high in the back
The freaks the ballers, the pimps

Success my lay up drill
In the mainstream
I win by going left
Pawns whisper in the presence of a king
I wear the crown to move the crowd
Till my last breath

Success my lay up drill
In the mainstream
I win by going left
Pawns whisper in the presence of a king
I wear the crown to move the crowd
Till my last breath

H3

After Shaq post this they probably gone wanna feel like fightin’

But this is not a diss if I took a shot I'd be snipin’

See I'm the bad guy,

these mofos
Like the crewmates
And everyone want to hate
Like chill out mate
And drink some Modelo you dirty hoe
I like to kill like imposter and fuck

seen it all..... I done seen it all
Niggas 10 toes but they waiting on ya fall
If you down bad on ya ass who you call
If you was locked down right now by

Legal-Aid
The reason why I'm still alive, get on my knees and prayed
That dirty money can't get clean, can't put no Cascade
Use to play East View, bench

her unless outside cold
But in Creole ask me what are my goals

And my teeth by 24 don't wanna see me go up the road
You seen people go up that road

said "how tall are you?", and I replied "very", ha
She shook her head and tried to hold a laugh
She grabbed me by the arm and then she brought me to her

'96 Bulls

Nick Grant

Dreamin' Out Loud

2018

from the bottom where half these cats are deceitful
Where niggas drive by and double back like the sequel
Lethal, I'm the goat, rappers should take

I'm Losing My Mind

Fiend

Street Life

1999

me
Look my, nerves are bad, inherit em from my dad
Behind cold hard cash ready to go mad
I, thumb through your pad ready with flammable gas
And your

Old man on the bed
Old cat by the fire
The mice will have the run of
This old Place
You could light my head
Repair my bad wires
You were never just

everyone, everyday

Dirty mouths that whisper
When the wind stops to blow
It's the sound you hear the most 

And you say to yourself 
Are the people teaching

casually white people fuck with ouija boards
My Black is already haunted by the dead and their anthems
My Dead see itself in all of the pictures    
Hears

b
You know i be fucking her shit up, while she sippin' on my dirty sprite cup
Baby lets have some fun, while sippin' on this rum
We will not act dumb

the pressure burst

Funnel away at the cake
I'm at a carnival, Ant-Man
Getting shrunk with the particles
Checkin' my name, hundreds of articles
We are not

season,
For obvious reasons,
That we are the shit,
no body movin,
But still on a trip,
So stop being bitch,
Cause my hands got a itch,
And we moving so

for any positioning
I've written your obituary and it is riveting
You know, for such a burly guy
Your sure not the "get your hands dirty" type
You just

haters mad, I'm mockin
If you can't do the watch, stop talkin' Shootin' me, my head is cockin
My bitches always bad at parkin' Excuse me, bitch, I beg your

YvngMix shit
Yea I'm finna pop my shit man so don't piss me off
You are watching a master at work
You a dumbass, if you really got In that submarine

a mic with some new flows 
Floors are so dirty 
So I found my name in some bad books
Cause I haven't touch a good book 
In a while 
Some of niggas be