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I see a fuckin hustler with million dollar plans
I took it up with God and put my brothers on my hands
Now I'm guided by the realest, so you're fuckin

I'ma tell you something that you probably didn't know
How she's showing off her pussy all up on the front row
Didn't see it's link to Twitter right

when you speak on the beam

I'm an outcast by popular demand
Cause I'd rather be a real villain than a fake piece of a brand
That you concocted in

the zone
Take a walk and I ain't goin' home
Listen to voicemails
Cause shit Ion never answer phones
Hear the little voices in my head
Say you doing wrong
Am

Would you like to know a secret
He said, as he, sat down
But you have to make a promise not to tell anyone
Before I even answered
He pulled his chair

know what's going on over there
Ruger

Keep talkin', I'ma hang you by your tongue
Off the Def Jam building, wait for the cops to come
Little bum, fuck

Like that bitch really pill popping
How her body take it
Niggas really deal shopping
Can't afford the payments
Told a bitch if u ain't got a band
You

I ain't fucking with you you ain't gang nigga (You ain't gang nigga)
Lyrically I’m out your league we ain't the same nigga (We ain't the same nigga)

which they may be relieved
Otherwise than by recommending to you and all others
To wean yourselves from these narrow prejudices
Which you have imbibed

to cut me when we're running I said "later honey"
"By the way I think you're a fucking dummy"
I think you're a fucking dummy
You're a dummy
I fester here,

remold
With little arbitration
Fortune favors the bold
As does incarceration
The art of manifestation mastered
By ancient civilizations
Lies deep within

sincere apologies girl for consuming your time
Wondering if you and I could listen to a little rhyme
But not trying to be a burden hope you don't mind

this since a teen, what you counting?
Pinks, blues, and the greens
Ain't goin' back to broke, I'ma get it by any means
Yeah this 40 what I tote, you

see ghosts but I don't feel love
OF but I take what's odd
Got LOVE but a little more goth
I lost but you now turned blond
3.15 with a 20 in the back

to knuck if they buck
I am LL's I need love and mama said knock you out
I am Martin's dream and Malcolm's by any means
I am part lover part wish a nigga

Shoutout Lil Beazey
Ya
Two bad bitches and they throwing some hands
Four dope boys and we all throwing bands
She's my little pornstar
Thank you
Good girl but

a planting party feel the joy
Bring your shovels and your hos
We raking up the rows
We Make a little hole
For the seed and its soul
And we place it back into

they know they can't check us
Most these niggas checkless
Think you gangster dog hell nah you moving reckless
Chops and machetes brodie trying to leave

Where we go from here, if I leave the block
A little money fine but I need a lot
Take a preachers route but
Don't lie to people
I ain't never seen

Illy the Spitter
A little personal
But uh, you know I gotta keep it
100 Proof
And uh, I usually don't like to explain myself
But uh, you know
I'm

their heads like air
I'll find your place and no debating
I will totally put you there
I have been strengthened I do what takes
Fueled by the rage that

in front of me holdin' rosaries and the beads
You're bleedin' from the cuts and I'm holdin' open your injuries
And sendin' a picture right to your

I see you riddin with me
Yeah Yeah I see ya I see ya

I know what you think about me
But look in my eyes you don't know what I've seen
Don't know

all that mattered was
Vaginas you done bust
In or the fights that you done won, shit
You needed some stories
Old heads told you bout 'back in the day'