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of Solo
Cause my shit is persistent
I was three days late
Fett fooled with the 5000
But that's just fate cause soon
My dick found housin'
I recognized

know that we on
Spreading the truth and we gone
I know my designer I don't care about vlone
Eyes on the prize, I stay in the zone
Rock with my guys you

West Coast, Gulf Coast, East Coast

S.P.M.

Hustletown Mobbin

a struggle but I gotta bubble baby, please believe it
I guess that's the reason I roll with my rival
And like I said big frost is a hard act to follow...

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Verse 1:

Agatha Christie
Killed with literature
I'll make your blood spill
Ill words spitting at ya
Licking at ya bruh
With my verbal scriptue
You

time, or maybe out of my mind
Maybe you can try sometime, a whole lot of bravery with a hint of lime
So sublime, that you won't be home by dinner time
All

breathe
Nigga, fuck the police
Rest in peace, Jeff Stevens and Rock Nitty
Two black men killed by the pigs in my city
It's constantly active, cracking

is one
Of a kind and two for certain three of four
The most important reasons why
My raps are sermons
Fourth, I'm learnin' to cope with the
Pain while

starts popping off 
So you’re playing mad shows 
Not even 22 yet 
But you think you on a roll
Still nobody in your city wants to pay attention 
You’re

knowing my name
Cause I'm eternal I've been given too many blessings to claim

I used to rock a 4-shade Cesar with a line up looking like a white girl blew

Spike Lee
Man free all the guys
Tell 'em free Ben free Shiesty
My blood them be my cousins
The real reason the city be jumping
I swear growing up in

sink in
Here's what I'm thinking
Take the chain back
Stardom never struck me in my eyes when I cry I'm holding pain back
We pushing flames back
Hoping

rough
This is the way I do "Power Controls"

War for the weak
Bed of rocks for the mediocre
The strong will thrive
The driven will drive
And
Power

I blow like the Dude/
Choose smoke over food/
I roll up the Dutch big as FUCK then I’m cool!/ 
I’m high by the pool I’ll call up the crew/
To carve up

Chinese whispers and bitter pills passed between 
City folk kept on their feet like a skipping rope 
Hi jinx with capital aiches 
telekinesis to bolt

for my free lunch, perkin' as a teen, Cuz
Innocent with Remy sips but I never cleaned up
Ay, you better dream, Blood. Never let them freeze us
Under

on the real, I wanna roll up in a Benz like you
Wanna break bread with my friends and get the mans like you
Put my mothafuckin' city on the map, but first I

speaking hot shit
Nigga if I was you, I wouldn't beef with me
Metallic we ready to rock shit
It was me and my crew Martin Luther King
We been had the city

to bitches
I'm like a three-point specialist
I shoot my opp away from from the three-point
I need some Zaza so I'm calling and he finna' roll me a big joint

You appear regular like city pedestrians
Honor to scroll
Minus what it sells or what is sold
From the creators of rock and roll
The DNA was locked

with power, word to Ice T, Mob Boss like Bulger, but I'm no Whitey
Black Forces with a white-tee, Girly's I pipe she's
Ooh I know she likes me, up is how

took so much loss
To chop a soldier, put that three-shit on my shoulder
Gotta get rich before I'm older, I'm a thug
Plus nigga, I rock while I sell

and tears left stains on my sweater
Stunt and rub my hands like birdman
Cause by the time I touch three mill you gon be on your third xan
Stack or starve I

sticks like an Asian bar
New bars, pop tops like Tooheys
Jump on a beat, get chopped, suey
Rock and I roll till the systems are down
I'm it, like

to imbue my pain
Into the black dragon flame that I spew
Three doom bankai when i die
Just try setting me free
Before you go to war with a super saiyan four