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own business
Someone knocked on the door the
Teacher said who is it
This girl walked in my imagination ran wild
She stole my heart just by
The way that

totally captivated by Greta and the Medium Boys, he notices four vultures, dressed in black, in the corner: the terrifying jazz police! They chatter

yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's

Lo Horsemen

Smoke DZA

Rugby Thompson

Hello to all, LO it all
LO the hat, shirt, pants, LO the drawers
LO the socks then LO the boots
It's horses in the V too, I guess you say we LO

smoke
Mothership, microchips get injected
In my throat all off the books
Taxes implemented by the fascists
Got me lighting books of matches
Burning cities

with a crown on, look at what it took
We're on a different page if you did it by the book
Ironically everything is raw when I cook
I'm reaching for it,

a rope
My dawg kinda musty, I bought him some soap (Bought him some soap)
Chill with my grandma, we reading the bible, in the book of Psalm it say, "Thou

of a black man went up to chart the canvas, kinda like the chalkboards in them math classes
The time is passing for us, 'member when we was young, the visions

but I think it was a snapback, man was wearing all black, c'est la vie, that's facts
Attract, react, let me distract, today, I got another bad grade,

me an amateur
But twenty years later my flavors off the banister
That mean off the hook in my book, you need to read it
I'm rhyme like this already

supposed do?
We surrounded by the food what we supposed to do?
Black in the ghetto no money we was born to lose
But we got to start thinking something they

saying
That your arms around me's an accommodation
You opening up? Paradise is waiting
Loading me up like dice with weighting
Fully charged by your fives,

on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah

I got flames

could cut it
Four fifty eight as I bounce in the lac
Swing by the telly to drop off a pack
Chop up a brick and ship that to the trap
It's all in pursuit

fucking hate that
Fuck that bitch ass nigga who made Drax
Fuck the Gaurdians of the Galaxy
Fuck that little bitty ass squirrel
Fuck that fucking big ass

just gave em Sumn to Hate on
I just gave em Sumn to hate on
I'm having my kids with a J Lo
Off a pill Ima fuck for a day long
She a freak I be fuckin her

a little back
But first I gotta start by killing the wack
I'm tired of the slutz and the cigarette buttz
And the corny-ass shitty little clubz
So I'm takin'

ripped in the back of a black Caddi'
Hipster secretaries and college girls are eatin' Addy 
As I swallow an Illegal Burrito full of my pride
Baby girl,

the crew
And she pop that pussy
Like a good little bitch
Twerking that ass
While she sucking a dick
If you that kinda girl
I'd like to find out
Don't matter

set
Well she was working one day at the library in town
She was scanning some books and there was no one around
As he swaggered past the window he did

swear that shit took
If I get caught with this, they gon' throw me the book
Shawty, this a stolo pistol
Shots let off, I don't know those victims
They

mami, can you keep it
I'ma put a baby in yo stomach, I want you to keep it
Rollin' off dem percs, I hit a black and I ain't even freak it

Sippin cough

a tear drop fall on this very page
Must be the very thing that made Jesus cry
And for the little black boys that nobody cried for
Now they crying for us

He say
Gotta keep that heat I'm not just anybody
My past hunting me when I sleep
I be seeing bodies
I jus got the drop
From one of my little thotties