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my best kept secret just like my hidden stash
Phones stacking up with these written tracks
Tryna build up these mad stacks
Still working an tryna turn

Sucka Free

Afu-Ra

State of the Arts

2005

Rap stack, spectacular with the vernacular
Stealth from a killing spree, they call be Blackula
Step back, get your neck fractured by the rapture
Get

in a Honda , he left in a hurst

I got them ones ima fuck up the club
Rich nigga don't step on my rug
I don't sell no more but I'm still the plug
By

can't step to me
Post up ya rent, jeez, bitch
I drive a Bentley
Fuck him for a drink, you don't make sense to me
Financially?
You ain't even close

decapitate it
I can't feel my face, but baby girl can you please get me out my place
Give me some time
Shit I've been through a lot for a day
We standing face

yourself
Or no one will
Cause all the love in the world ain't enough to fill that well
Girl you just a shell look
One step away from gates of hell like
Fresh

she fuckin with my style 
Your time is up only a trial
You not gonna have my child
My swag well cut just like some tiles
Grab you girl fo she go wild

proper,  back to the entertainment, 
They thought I would have be finished by now, 
Just up preparing another lines huh!
Where I am right now l, think is

with me

I ride with some killas
And the realest, Southside
Smoke that kill
Gotta pack my dime
On my grind
Gotta get it, get by
Get high on my life
Said

emotions
Been the best at that since I was kid hoping
First hopped on a track, the beat I rode it
Misspoken, word gun totem (Uh)
Imma die by my words hun

boy, countin' up a track, boy
My whole gang on gold, try to get nasty
She boozy and she classy, fat ass and she sassy

I hear her from the back, call me

Don't agree but he's probably right
I mean, it kind of look like he blow up overnight
So, maybe I'm, fuckin' girls that be slowin' my shine, but it's

and start off with the last letter
Niggas is backwards
One of the illest, man nobody can dispute that
But I ain't come up on this track to spit some mute

stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start

Follow my steps, it's the road to success
Where the niggas know you thorough
and the girls say "yes"
But I can't teach you my swag
You can pay for school,

I can never figure your scheme
Nigga I'm a part of some 
Things I'll never reveal

I got bands
I run tracks
I make racks 
Every place that I step
I

I got them Hotwheels, I take your girl still
Get out my race track now she ain't comin' back
Invite her over to play with my toys
You know what I'ma

I like to rap a lot so permit me to rap a little,
My name is Abdominal, I'll make you laugh and giggle,
Just like a little school girl when I'm

and we'll do our bestest
And all you men that keep losing sperm what's up with that yo
I'm on the track fully stacked like a thundercat ho

Conversation

I'm freshly designed
My credit is fine
You step up to jetson in seconds yo gone get beheaded so you get the message on time
Check it
I tell my haters

the freaking
Doo-rag; fall back
Screw that
I will never lose
I'll bleed into
These freaking tracks
Now get back
What you trying to get into
Look dude
I am

to it (Eat)
Like kitchen utensils
So you're overlooking
You never fed up 'cause
Prolly you're not a glutton
Why this lady
Is ignorant 'bout this track
So

It's the new me
You don't like the new me
Everybody knew me, now they don't
I am not the same girl that I was
Trying to destroy me
Now it's not so

wanna call me arrogant don't matter when she's at my apartment
Shy girl with the first name Maddison bit batty girl now I work at the garden
Trust If step