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fuck all of that!
My head is spinning
As a guy I don't talk about my thoughts cause they too dark
I can guarantee by the end of this I can have your

your atrocities
Know the psychology of theology
More than a mythology, or a pathology
When the creation of His Grace, then
By the ideology

Plenty fans, plenty niggas talking hot, when I see them they be capped out (Cap cap)
Talking shit like they finna do something, niggas see me and they back

heard what i said imma need all of my bread
I aint desperate, get it 1 way or other, dont gotta Beg

They dont know about the sweat & the tears & times i

I ́m at like
See a dude with blood running out of his mouth
Motherfuckers told him not to rin his mouth
Now he knows they ain't fucking around
Got

down, gut you
Leave you disemboweled

I don't know how
I wound up in a nightmare, like where?
Now I'm pullin' out all of my hair
I'm scared (eeh)
If I

chonies
Something about me keeps going
Something within me just knows it
I'm sorry that I didn't show it 
I'm sorry that I didn't know it then
I'm sorry

My main goal is to blow up
And then act like I don't know nobody

We're back all four of us

Fucking on a bitch like she eighty
Beating on a bitch

the same ones that steady phone me, I bet you do wanna lean on me
But I remember that letter by letter, you'll never make it doing this, find something

wealth from zoot you sell
Never let the piggys know where you should dwell
On the flip if I blow up and get rich I promise not to turn Baluga whale
Big

this sort of thing can well be no more than a prelude, a staging point on the way to an immortal hereafter. But what about the others, the ones who see

Distance from hypotheticals don't say things like if were to blow
I'm happy and know God and for some reason ever were to go
Just make sure that you publish

'll get you by luring family
And y'all would just listen, ya, ya
Y'all would just listen, ya, ya
I don't care what you say to me in the end, cause I know

wet, stretched out, something's fishy.
T. LOUI$ (Verse)
Call me robin, four by focus, I be smoking gas.
Pass I'm open, T.A. focus, better move your ass

to God's standard of morality not society's 
They are called not to conform to the patterns of this world but to be transformed by the renewing of their

think of me
Yet I know that me and you will never be

I look at the sky I think of you
I think it's the stars they make the view
But by the time that It's

All of you ladies out there turn up your radio
Girls, I'm about to tell you something You may wanna know
You know things they're not always
What

the fact
I'm feeling something else
Simmer down
All I know is simmer down
All I know is

Ok I, I woke up feeling like 
I could die today
Make it home I gotta find a way
By any means, I know
Trouble lurkin
But could never close

the darkest depths well that's something that you might not know
Down there stirring up muck, catch a glimpse, caught a glimmer
Look at those teeth, look

to get ojere
If she want dey long you bros
Abegi, use your hand ojere

About last night I really blame it on the Grey goose ojere
I think say she be Coke

about the things that I been through
Baby just keep on, keep on, keep on, loving me
And I swear to god I'll help you to succeed
Why, why baby why are you

fast and life doing me greasy
Calling out to god for help you know I'm not needy
Rapping to share my ideas you cant call me greedy

Observing nature like

romantic (yeah)
Thankin god for bringing you inside my life
I been asking for a wife
Didn't know it was be so nice
Im the king you queen
Together we a team