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I need rap
Too much I don't stress it tho
Smoking gas unleaded tho
Love my granny call her up every morning and let her know
Lace my brothers all in

a livin
Instead, I'm out here givin' hope to all the real niggas
Even niggas out here sellin' dope in that field, nigga
Hope my shit get appealed, nigga,

the O-V-c and the rest is F-L-Y
You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons I'll tell you why
You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons

Unprotected sex with all the dirty sluts
He don't care, pissin' in his underwear
The dirtiest cock that you're ever gonna fear
You can't tell, that I don't mind

Damn Ashanti
Look in my room and see Nike boxes
And they stacked with the newbies yeah I got options
Ain't no check by your name you aint really

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Hi Dr. Ellis, it's Chris

keep it one hundred
These niggas barely a quarter
Back and forth with them Why bother
After being diagnosed by the right doctor
These other niggas

talking ‘bout bands
I just hope that my son's in the Mumford's
Hope he don't lose his way
The apple don't fall too far
The designer's the future in every

repressed
But now I'm takin the steps
To face the demons that they said I never could
I'm smokin medy more than doctors say I should
Because I'm all by myself

the slightest light
Gathered in a circle with some guys I’m inspired by
He approached each one and reached his hands out
Covered they eyes and turned them black
I

weekend Boosie shows the continental
Knew that he was getting it by how that nigga wrist glow
Ten Deep, at any club I'm yelling TA
All my niggas vets in

ain't ready for what we got for ya
I make a motherfucker doctor ya
See, it ain't all about records
We run the motherfuckin' streets in Houston, Texas
We

riche נורמטיב עשיר-ish
איש not פוץ סתם ,רע qui compte his precious shit to be respected by הautre
ת'רווח he earned דיבור ידי על, and hand serre יד

in the booth
All my words, guarantee they be the truth
Been around the globe, now I’m decorated
I ain’t really fucking with a nigga if he hesitating
I

and Biscuit'll pop eyes outta the Socket
Yeahhhh
Too Gory, True Story
Dump you in the trunk and drop you off at your Dr house Hugh Laurie
Taking an L is something

a dolla move they momma out the projects
Wanted him to be a doctor but it's hard though
So he in them trenches feeling lost, call him Waldo
Yeah he got

at least like three Ms
i'll shoot a nigga twice and dump his body in the deep end

And y'all already know
That's just how it be
Niggas lackin', you know I'ma

gun sing, break glass no opera (bitch)
Yo hoe, dead wrong, bussing, in her guts no doctor (bitch)
Toppin me no stoppin bitch nope
Walk down might pop ya

taste before COVID
I can tell by her bob that she trollin'
When I look at my birdy, they on me
Catwalk, bitch, I feel like Naomi
The way I play niggas, I

hard truth
Dane Sauce is back yeah he back in the booth (Ay ay yuh)
Fetz on the beat just playin' hockey silky mitts he feelin' cocky
Let me into his

and beat
I was made by His hand, it's all part of His plan that I stand on my own two feet
And you know me my will is eternal
And you know me you've met

Throw it in the can when I land cause a n-gga going HAM

[Chorus]
Heroes Amongst Men
Hand me any mic but have your army manned cause
You know I go HAM

YG Gang, Free Kilo, Bing Lou, Y'all better be careful with these phones
It's only two ways out this shit, Death or in jail, yeah, yeah, yeah
With

The BX that's right is where my story begins North Central was the spot I was conceived in 7:46 sunrise the doctor reached and a star was born cold