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I keep hearing voices in my head
They keep telling me that I'm dead
I talk with the evil when I'm fucking sad
She likes the way that we sleeping in

posted by this back street 

But if they do then I’m running like an athlete

Gingerbread man gotta catch me catch me 

Still blowing smoke while they

that you haven't heard of me
Dare to gang up, Imma ready with my arms right by side with me
Better hide from me
Im no milee puta I'm a whole cavalry

give u the shxts,
Uon get no money u chasin dem dicks,
Get kilt in the country,
Don't fw dem hicks,
They pronounce u dead in a lickity split,
Drive by

My rap is just better, it's better
I can make a laugh
I got her wetter
Back the fuck up writing you a death letter
Because the letter be letter by

by yet I'm still this low
Blackbird fuckin on your bitch lil hoe
Triple 6 ,Certified, big delow
Staring at my me might snatch your soul
Smoking this

I've been thrown up right straight to the test
In the further stage is where the things are getting messed
Better get prepared with armor plates under

bitch a breed
Wow
No more breed
Living dead like my head

Having some dread
I'm killing that dad
Complete fact
I'm writing for fucking paps

All they do

I say internet steppers, all them niggas finna lose a leg
Niggas better kno about lil tae, man, you ah lose ya head
Try N take my chain off my neck

you come out tryin to flex
Wish a pussy nigga would we lay a nigga to rest
Put two more in head and put three more in his chest
Lil nigga I get you gon

Go Gurl

Jibbs

Jibbs Featuring Jibbs

2006

lethal
So if you want to battle then my words will eat you
Just put your back out, should've knew I?ll beast you
And I am my own writer, I don't use dead

rap shit
These niggas at school they loosing they minds
Saying that I'm not tha best
Lets take our turns spit our rhymes lil nigga
Lets see who tha best

said he knew I always had it me since back 
Playing on them keys
Singing alicia in my bedroom 

Living by the moment 
Never know if you’ll be dead soon

Virginity lost by a slick talker
I woke up in that new bugatti
I use my bed to fuck sleep why lay
Cuban and gucci link getting capital
I was rocking 2 chains

I ain't got no stress about a flag
He talk too much we leave him dead
Up on ma street, Leave him bad
Ain't got no problem wit yo hoe, if she want me

Get so nasty when I fuck ya
Lil nasty when I sucked ya
Got you sayin' think I love ya
Sat down by him watched it grow
Pulled it out nice and slow
Lick

sometimes I strayed
Sports and music saved my life in a way
Could still be trapping locked in jail or dead caught by a stray
Thankful that the most high had

nie śmieszy
Jak ziomeczki w golfie i ich wylaszczone ladies
Czułem się nieskromnie mówiąc jak nieśmiertelny
Miałem kiedyś golf gang Paul's dead my jak

by my niggas
Ion need no bullet proof

Only time im gone be rappin
Is when im up im the stu

Bitch I stand on all mine
Come nd knock me off

You niggas

they hold mine Keep quiet investigators'll let ya go in No time
My candy cane 14s all white lil red in em
One of my bros rock grey dickies ill Never be

Your man's got shot
And Smelly Went Out By The Pokey
Like Nigga I Do This Shit Doley
Pop Another Yerky
Pouring up the Wock
Everything shot
Spinning

Trying to make them ends again
Lotta folks pretend their friends
See the growth was dead to them
Tryin' to be the first me not the next eminem
When I spit

Ed
Get some Visine for his eyelids
All he do is see in red
Lil Uzi on my waistline because All my friends are dead
Tent out the windows
Smoke on indo

bout shit
With the gang bitch
You ain't bout shit
My lil brother dead
Shot in the head
Riding round with
A couple ounces
Niggas still drip
Like they