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the spindell
Stood by me from the windows
Popped up mad shit with me and got me rentals
Sick with the plastic, what can i say
Bitches hat around the way i had

Spend it
Then I gotta go and get it right back
A local rapper, Bitch a locomotive, Call me at my closing
Spaced out, But I’m on the right track
Like that

shit from me
Like put me on with this and
Hook me on with that
Find your way up off my dick homie
Remember I used to keep the sacks with me
In

Verse1
Its gonna take me a mill 
To make me a mil,
Me i am going ham 
Selling bare green still.

Gang i could get killed
Trying to make a million

need the pencil
I don't need the pen
Jump up on the track
I'm talking different what your language is
Chilling with your girl
We get to talking
Now we

found his rhythm
I played Spidey
So I ain't afraid of Venom
Simbeyote to your speakers
'Bout to get up in 'em
Songs with no hooks
I didn't read the rule

going in
In fact, they coach me like I'm caught
Up on the ropes in round ten

Persevering when it's rough
So Ima prosper in the end
Still got time up

my teeth, grab my keys, tie my shoes
Tryna leave, but why I see a million views
For me there ain't no roof
When I break up out this box I swear it's

the
Highest grade of the finest kush
Give you raps with some minus hooks
Niggas know that I'm tryna cook
A chef at his best can't contest
If he's less than me

Rome
Feeling like they won't get me and never will cause the
Way that I see it
Most of you rappers ain't real
Like how you thuggin but get jammed by

this is actually written by Nicholas Ogum
A dear childhood friend of mine
And, um, and y-uh, it wasn't written by him, he, he came up with the hook
I did

the pocket of the people just so way we got another away to block up off all the evil
Man I hate seeing drug fiend families who in love with deep taste

black
Paintbrush art
Pierce the skin
With rough cut darts
Portraits by Quentin Blake 
cnd scriptures from Roald Dahl
Tapestry and scroll don
Hyhoglpyoic

wait
I don't have time baby I'm working up on a cake
My pager's blowing up so I got to keep it on vibe
Its just me by myself I let nobody ride
You don't

even feel it / normalized it so much, the shit don’t even matter

HOOK:
Dawg, I’m talking TRAP / 
I went through the front door
And came up out the back

Imma keep it real I pull up on 'em
And it's all on me
Fake love that's how it be
Everywhere I go this shit all I see
I'm a tough dude but I'm

right they know bout times where i came up from the fucking footprints of the bottom influenced by my surroundings man you know its me man i talk

I don’t do too much by design, nah
I just put the work in until it works out
Turn up on the effort and hope for the greatest turnout
Almost a year

at the tippity top where I'm aiming
NEPTUN3 don't play, let me stand by that statement
Stack up the blues, next day do the same thing
Yeah, I go wild, I don't

trapping smoking on gas,
(drunker than a lil bit)
Walk by and you get a whif
Nigga tryna pitch
When you tell me what you want I’ll be back in a jif
And I

These rappers pussy it wouldn’t surprise me if they have been rescued by carole baskin...

You know it’s real when the rappers you idolized are now

Then you talk about hooking up with women on Molly
No guilty conscious, to me it's preposterous
For real dude, that's not what a fuckin' song is
These

uranium tips
When it hit's many
Mushroom clouds'll elevate
From the three foot by three
Foot hole Berettas make

A few times I been around that track
So

like sinuses Is
Make my riches talk we play Simon Says
Catch me wit some twins guess I'm Johnny Test 
But don't test me bitch
Don't tempt me bitch
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