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and do my rap be intrigued by this and that I can write whatever lad
I don't need your map more illustrations more traps more lies that's facts
I sail with

[Verse 1: K Trap]
It gets hard when you're out by yourself when the grass is high
And you don't even see you all the snakes that's passing by
Always

Všechny přijely na party do Prahy
Podívat se na renesanční obrazy

Renesanční obrazy
Magoři chlastaj až do otravy
Jako by se kocovina nemohla dostavit
Ráno

the king
You better come correct
Gam3Time nigga
Yo

I'm the type of motherfucka that's gone stay hot
Got the flow watch me boil it up in the pot
Nigga kick

or makin' cash
Jumped out the pot
When I was twelve
I got robbed on my first sale
Too damn green
For these damn streets
But I learned shit fast as hell
That

the window
Got No pot to piss in
My niggas come before a lot you bitches
I figured u out after countin these figures
It Took me some time to get into this

Left for the islands everyone's smiling
Kids sell bracelets and get me to buy them 
I dive in the sea, get high by the sea
Watch a boat full of folks

a edge on you niggas, my sword be stayin' out
Difference between me and you is that in me I never doubt
Made it rain right out of the pot, these bars are

Hey, you there
Right there
I see you right there in the audience
Come on down
You cheesing son of a bitch
Yo
Im a mad motherfucker
When my pot not

to grab it, but half the time end up slipping
I'm satisfying the listener by defining my misery
Is the cause of my fidgeting my mental instability
I don't

like Spiderman
My head running Miles
Streams hit two0 thousand I said wow
Now I got people tryna take my style

Count all my day 1s
Now subtract that by

they like I wanna be him
I'm one of a kind there wont be no repeating
I'm tryna be up in the Hills by the weekend
You think I wont make it you know that

Pray for Me

Joe Budden

Padded Room

2009

in the car deep,
Was at a light, and got approached by a car thief,
He pulled out, but didn't ask for no car keys,
A loud noise without a voice,

I got enough ice to make a skating rink
My cash flow could make Satan blink
On the real my axis is circled by crispy bills
Account got more paper

shit
All butta so smooth like Betty crock
Got the game stewed out of ready pots yeah we hot
By the way cruise through in a heavy drop
Treat em' like

dont care
Either you ready or not
Three pointer baby i reggie the rock
Curry the pot comes to the music
Dont even bother i bury a block
Bars dope call it

Either crush you or shape you unbreakable boulder
Tryna make a way by making my quota
Opinions don't count you can keep all your votes
From ounces

and down round and round and upside down
I know imma make it out standing tall
Use to homeless switching from Couch to Couch had no pot to piss in
I told my

but Mongolian throat-singing, man)
(Ooh, that's a look)
(That's an awfully hot coffee pot) (Haha)
2018, first day of 8th grade
Determined to have a good

Aye
Man we in this bih
Whole team in this bih with me
Partially
That shit always partially
Oh
Oh
Oh
Aye this the chorus by the way
Oh
Oh
Oh
Going up

(Hou van jou, hou van jou)
Ek hou van jou (Hou van jou)
Ek is lief vir jou (Hou van jou, hou van jou)
Ek hou van jou (Hou van jou)

'n Pot het mos sy

Got me stirring up the pot Thinking in remorse code
Only wanting to talk to the people who want more
More me, more music, more real, more fluid
Flow

get me higher than the pot Mary jane
Oh my god it's too hot in my lane
I need to fly away and just hop on a plane
We could fly, cross the ocean (uh)

when I'm blasting off
Blowing the top off the whole pot
Stuck up in a strait jacket
Brain backwards an I can't hack it
Voices make the same racket