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a buck
If he bout that action drop the low you know we pullin' up
Stick the clip be hangin' out I know he not gon' run his mouth
Extinguisher be by my side

the door, then I'll be on the next flight
And I'll be gone by the night
So what we doin'? You out the door again
We back to this, huh
Last night, bondz hit

They didn't believe in us
Head bopping on the bus
Jamming out to my songs, boy you got it wrong
This is all a game
Wishing on a star
Don't need those

no fuck 'bout none of these niggas
Let me tell you

I pulled off from my niggas just to see you
I told your ex man
"I wouldn't wanna be you"
Pull up

up and move a lot
Man whatever the set I'm at the centre plot
No no no I'm not so sharp no I'm not so clean no
I carry a heavy past they like what you

shed a tear
Your most played rapper's my peer
I promise if they test me I'ma turn em to Sia
None of y'all impress me like you driving a Kia
Bro my time

I'm trying to come out on top
And end up so high
You won't even know I was down
No longer hiding my pain
I'm telling my story let's make it
The word

me you
Was born with a bigger fame
Try and get the money bag
And carry every nigga pain
Uh
This hoes ain't believed in me
Present my craft
And they

I'm doin'? Gettin' money
They doin' hatin' on us
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money

Lame hoes, no fame hoes
I ain't fuckin' with none of you bitches
I break

none of you don’t want to war with me

Put that on me


Man down

I never came to play

I’m taking over

This town

Anybody in the way I promise you

Poetry is not quite like people, . . .  they don't all have names
People are more like poetry, . . . they have souls

cre you pretending you've seen

See i'm my own worst enemy and my own savior
My own hype woman and my own toxic behavior
Do me no favors, especially if you just keeping count
I

Shit 
Got to meditate
Let it marinate
We all carry weight
If the record break
Imma set it straight
Heaven's gates
Guarded by King Martin Luther Junior

you I molotov the beat
I can not be where you gone be
Baby the Blues was made for a King
Telling by my socks you can see how I move to the beat
That I

good
We want you to believe that if you don't then you die
Quarantine your cloth while your parents go to bed
How are you living when none of you have

profits
I'm running game on lames they lost it
They front for fame that ain't no boss shit
Heard what you claim and I'm exhausted
No summer chain I want it

stopping it
I just came to a hypothesis
None of you niggas is 'toppin it
I made this beat and I'm 'droppin it
Twisting and turning I'm 'boppin it
It's time

I am the crucifix
Lord, liar, or lunatic
Leave it for you to pick
All of them sound like the pseudonym
Bitch, I'm the rarest
I ain't sparin' any

carry come
So if you wan Dey check seeee

Grace will surely work for you
  (And grace go work for you)
Grace will surely work for you
   (Ohh E go work

to us
Let my nuts hang, can't neuter us
Hard-headed nigga, can't tutor us

Who is you?
I came with some cold hearted Haitians, that carry tools
You might

from the NextLane)
Yea right back here again
Right back at my lows repenting my sins
Wondering why I never rise
Darling stay by my side
So I can learn

imma ride with you
Cradle to the grave don’t mean they gone fly with you
All eyes on me got me feeling like Pac
On my Wutang Clan cause the ruckus don’t

my father side
And you only get a pass if your mom outside
It's still a code that I'm biding by
This might be the reason by god why I'm alive

The soft

an quiet as can be
Not even a chirp, let alone a fucking peep, maybe due to urgency, just wanted a discussion with you
Ended up having a few, none of them