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showing a woman a part of my body she loves
Like my
Calves (Cavs)
I've been
Split in
Half
I was down like
Three to
One to
Steph
Somehow I came
Back
Now I

a decision, it ain't a home
These are nothing but just walls with a ceiling
I see myself, in a mansion far from all of who's speaking, not by myself
But with

I turn to a savage
Need a shawty with a walk, like she in a beauty pageant
Drop top or the X6, boy I can’t decide shit
Ride the horizon, Ry’lea

I've got a south gyal, I call "Badness"
The secret to making her suck, Is a magnum
I'm ridin' with H-R's and
Weapons in traffic you're stupid to come

from some streams
Missing in action I don't wanna be seen
Vibes all live 1 by 1 let the MCs speak
Critique the technique
Mortal words that live through

loaded, wheels on the road now the gang froze
Now they starting over stuck in safe mode, tunnel vision so I always face forward
Closet full but I wear

the hell am I kidding

But then you cut the words they cut me deep
Now I'm having these nightmares and I can't sleep
Used to sit in my bed all by myself

tryna ball like I was
Domo O'Connor in '09 probably September
Boy, I'm just rhyming these syllables
Suck my genitals
Album cover looking like the
Mascot

said we are being chased by the boys in blue
Adam's with me and we know what to do
We'll meet up with Xain and Eggsy by the Baneswell Express
Then we can

My first show? Boy i mean, yeah
Every rapper remembers his first show
I mean, every artist,  full stop, no lie
That's su'in you never forget
And me,

of each week
But little do he know I gotta show by the beach
Watching girls flash Wizzy way more than they teeth
They mad I'd rather learn flows then they

people

And allow people to see themselves in it
I ask that you grant me
With the ability to be brave enough
To follow every goal that I've ever written

dumb excuse like "I'm in album mode"
But lookin' back on that today, I was in coward mode
And besides, those two songs are either out or old
See this

Don't play, not a toy
I've been looking for you
Sometimes feel like the beach
Sometimes feels like I'm drowning
I lost my mind and sanity to you

And our worst ain't even whack, you know we ain't in trouble
But you already fell off, boy I see the rubble
And you looking real rough, man you got

boy
I let it ring, shit it's nothing to take a knee
I'm committed like PAC, let it go and I put him down, boy
And now they hurt because the deaths I've

all in my veins; I don't need a gold chain, I need gold on my name; cint no denying man, I got the juice; Man Ive been studying the game like its

worry about the neighbors
Like the beach I'm coasting past all my opponents
Got all the honey, time to live in the moment
Lack of energy well I've got

I pay tax money that's a fact honey
I contribute to your giro relax dummy
I've never looked bummy always stayed fresh
The big nose b*****d live in

This bar is new and so are you
So I'll gladly fill you in
I've had plenty of tabs and poon like Ahab
My fiery dart of sin
I've heard it all, I've

Satan got my neck, so man, I'll grab him by his feet
I ain't even perfect, I'll admit at times I'm weak
I've tasted guilty pleasures, lies and lust,

time on my side so I'm resettin' the clock
Got a step-by-step method to get to the top
Tryin' to forget about my L's, call it memory loss
Yeah I've got

cheese or old milk?
Ugh, You’ll never get a date dirty boy, so keep suckin’ your own dick!
“Your last cover album sucked. You need singing classes
Oh

Told my bitch I need that beach house, it made me Master Roshi
Told my bitch I need to eat out, and got that cut of Kobe
Smokin loud, pack in the lobby