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It's hard to boycott something that you love, but it's easy if you hate it
Like if I never hear Richard Wagner again, I know I wouldn't miss him
But I

to the top floor
You'll probably ask what I'm good for
Explosive delivery, like it's a world war
I'll leave you speechless so that you're wantin' more
To all

want the dome
Keisha by the zone nigga hit my phone

Where that gas station
They think I'm runnin' low
Two blunts rolled, look like Eggroll
Folks they

kids at the park cause they can come outside and play, cause it ain’t no victims being corrupted by the system they get paid to fry our brains 



CHORUS

got me no stylist 
I Painted my nails just to look like a bad bitch 
I eat up that bitch like a mo fucking sandwich 
Let out the rage 
Finna let out

a Phoenix
Different in a way like a remix
I'm my own boss
Can't tell me how to live
Yeah I see my own flaws
You blinded by technology
Listen to this song
My

on like a gun clock
With the words shooting like bullets that make evil spirits drop
Let it pop
I'm hot like fire
It's the holy ghost going on in the inside

can't explain
Whatcha do to me
I'm in captivity
And I'm feenin for the taste of your anatomy
Blow me away
I can imagine what it feels like
When we make

to the beat with ITP
I like to fuck in the
Ass that bitch Melissa P
Cento colpi and feel the seppia, ci si becca
Throw you from the scoglio e
Leave you in

We mix our tears with blood
No clock will stop for us
It ticks by
We fight as hard as we love
We’ve got a vicious love

[Bridge]
I could have given up

bill hicks
An absurd guy with a blurred third eye
Hit by a strong grade lie
Life is one long wave goodbye
It's the sin in me that enables the vision

guessing when you get it then you'll truly feel nice.  It's like a Dream the way it seems that's when you value your life...  Not for some, who can't get

something strong, soakin’ up that pen. Just three chords and the truth. Words that cut like ninety proof. It’s no sugar coated pop, tonight I need a shot

The time has come and so have I
So it's time for the son of the son of Sparda to make a devil cry
Blue Rose in my hand, I'm Erron Black, got a bullet

of the chain, bitch
Look at the rims on the Range, trick biatch
I'm not ya average pimp I keep a, nice chick bouncin' on my white dick
They like to get it twice

care what you thank about me
I like to have a good time, and play my guitar loud
Play them ol' country songs, Hank Williams makes me proud
So you better

cnd stand naked upon the stone
That I may know you by your shape
If you be a maiden or no"
cnd she's cast off her berry-brown gown
cnd stood naked upon

talking shit like I just went on a Rant
I can have all these hoes but I want my own bitch
Fuck all that designer I'm rocking all my own shit
How you got all

and I'm dirty, my shit is mega

This is the remix version; Jaunty brought the team to merk it
Called me for the heat to burn it
Course yeah I'll go deep

Get dipped in a bag by a young girl, geez
They can't sell cash, I run shawty
Pink rims on the Benz, I'ma send photos
Got mad at the roof, so I cut it

Wish I knew you could be so selfish
Woulda left you if I felt it
I know you can't help it
You love to leave me helpless
I could do bad by my self
I

Yeah
It's the kid Trevian
I'm guessing you all have probably heard like a thousand remixes to this song by now but you haven't heard the best on yet

some packs
My mother told me slow down can't stay still I don't have time to relax
I told the plug I touchdown in LAX then he pull up in corvette
He like

It's like that where I'm from
We used to it (Griselda)

I'm out in London rockin' London Fog
Before I ever starve I'ma fuckin' rob
Lookin' pretty in that