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(Souvenir)
I'm so lustful God I need some Holy water
(Holy water)
Life at the bottom a curse and a Gift
Life in her bottom an answer to Problems please do not

imagination 
Can't get by with lyrical constipation
I really want to evolve and grow 
But I'm like a flower with nowhere to go 
And I'm trying to stay unique

me by your side
Like a purse
So purse your lips
With those tantalizing hips
Now we start to dip
And then I start to drip
It's like an IV
For a dime

my kids full grip, I hope they know the facts

My baby mom said she never really had her dad in her life
She keep it all away from me, that shit so sad

took my dawg he just sent a message
Life ain't so forgiving fuck a sentence
Bitch it's Ryu Mr. Get straight to the lettuce
Don't forget it
Got my money

I got bills to pay
what more can I say
I got......

Moves to make places to go people to see, so wake and bake pimp the sheep gon have to count me..

We risin'

We risin' up

The poor tax
Enough to keep a soul so broke
You know how many dollar store items cheaper in bulk
You know how many Mom

Meet Mr Micheal wreck a mic
For short 
Spitting words out
Rhyme writing at the break of day
Until the birds out
First out the gates
Steady pace I

their dough at?
The way that I ghost her Mr Mysterious
Red flag she a well known gyal in her town
I could never take no ting serious
Bad one but she act

and only, Mr robert Davis
Who AKA the King of the H
So you niggas know who the greatest
Don't make me watch what happened
It ain't no more doing no songs

Woke up this morning
And went on my mission
Realized the world is so crazy
But we fuckin' livin'

We got reefer rolled in this paper, bottles up

satisfied with scraping by
I wasn't satisfied with making do
Everything's disfunctional
Turned me to a raging bull
Big man stress, I couldn't concentrate

AHH! Gang
Mr bOB you know what it is

Smiley: i haven't be around
Girl: are you around?
Smiley: i'll call you back one minute, bye
Girl: are you

yo bitch eat me up 
Fucked her brains out on the floor on my Gucci rug 
She said she really loves the way that I flip them Runtz 
Get the load in by

Blood
Yea em niggas ain't reachin
U is the type to get bitched by a bitch
I am the type to get rich off a brick
Fuck is a job? Betta go hit u a lick
Knock

shit, high sign to the lotus
Been the Don like the POTUS
Y'all been acting too bold, grab you children by the nose
I'm supplying all the rope, wanna hang

first game and Im feelin all explosive
Call me Mr propane Boom
I let it go but this aint frozen
Chosen by the Og to kick the fucking doors in
They better

The type of help that only self can provide
And so i tried
This time I felt different as I spoke to myself
Self note to self never give up hope in yourself

promised I would rise
So bye, bye to the chains and to my worst days
Now I have some new ways
I'm lifting up my God's praise
I, I always got Him by my side

I was nearly drowned by a goddamn priest
On the day that I was born
Daddy's little demon from the
Tip of the womb
They try to hide me like kiddie

give you an excuse to do it too, no, no
Mr. Officer, I can't breathe 
'Cause you've been pressin' my neck wit' your knees, for years now
We're no

lucky fate
The luck you thought you fuckin had was nothing but a fake
So Mr. Big Shot who eats nothing but a steak
Let me dust you off and bring you up

and doin' drills
We set up shop, we givin' deals, got Uncle Tom's and Uncle Phil's
My special fiends be wantin' fish scales, so I be servin' gills
I get up in

and Mr. Hyde to the fiends, zombie brain eating freaks
Stained by bloodstains of pain with the creeps
Cannibalistic vision, aim at the beast
Terrain strange