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know that I always keep a bitch by my side, huh
If you fuckin' with me, you might die, with my side, like I'm done with reapers
Kill yo' ass, look inside

I reside in Heaven for my time in Heaven
I'm Rollin'
Rollin' for my time in Heaven
I'm residin' in Heaven

Don't wanna die but the stress in my

blunted fool
Flick the tussin, a couple buzzards is comin through
Soon as they see me say "Ca$h, I wanna fuck wit'chu"
So many niggaz is lamed out,

Fart 1, Fart 2, Fart 3
They're long streams of pure poetry, formed by as many searchable keywords as possible
This is where the work transcends
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But-I-thought u taught me not 2 judge a fish by how it climbs,.
U showed me the only opinion I ever need is mine, an now it’s time,.

About 2 find

bitch down
I'm nasty she calling me daddy
But her daddy know me as Kraven
He know that this white boy crazy
Stacking up bodies in basements wisconsin

speakin'
H's up for that three-coast!
Oh you party on weekends? 
Guess I know when i sneak in
I stay on it like Harden
Always got you on defense
How many

ready for the clouds
Sometimes I don't wanna die
I just don't want to live
Wanna say my last goodbye
But don't want you to live
Without me by your side
So

to see
You're wondering why you're in a trash can
Sitting on a wasteland thinking bout' your career span
Listen kid, I taught many people how to win
You

had to silently suffer mate
Fuck the sympathy I would rather suffocate
My Mrs phoned me panicking I struggled to adjust my brain
She had a miscarriage

this barred if you can't submit me
Or call for the pussy
Your resume of the way you lay
When you serenade it
Yonkers, secretions what I'm speakin
Is how

on champagne
(One day)
If that’s the case I’m about to rain on your parade
With my creative campaign
I’m tired of playing around
Nothings gon be bringing me down

in their hands I’m tryna stitch in time
So before nine
Help hold down the seconds hand for me
Cos even on this track hehe time’s gon Usain Bolt on me

on me like a crack from toddlers
Slide down, tryna solve this crime? You gon' need Fred Jones
BabyTron, when I come on crank the headphones
Only reason

Im the
Big brother that they come to get it
Look me in my eyes before you die
This final round gon show you sudden death
I can end this war use this

with a limp
I'm starting to feel like I really am him
Kuroko bitch I've been balling for real
I really could care how a nigga could feel
Underworld for

ion need no gloves
My lady with me don't give no hugs
Used to pour up can't do no drugs
Cuz these days they just wanna see me fall
I know a young lil

with her for the kids
And I'm thinkin' how

After all the shit she did
From boys to men
Life full of sin
So many times I hear

KT where you been at
I

! (blessed me)
Just like a blunt I could pass it
Smoke it right down to the ashes (ashes)
Fuck that lil hoe yeah she nasty
Keep that shit classy (cla-classy)

tell me why
Why they only love you when you die, yeah
I think I'm on the other side
Somebody tell my mama ain't no need to cry
I got God right by my side

a motherfucking traitor
Aye
Be careful what you wish for
Bout to do you dirty
Dont you call me mr nice guy
Rachel is a coward
Who even came up with her character
I

'm dismissing em
One thing for certain bitch two things for show
Me and lil beezy gone be on the road
Niggas gone say they been walking shit down
But we been

Yea 
Yea Yea
Woah, live loyal die rich!
How the fuck we coming... yea yea

They tryna knock me off my pivot, but I can't go like dat 
Huh I kno where

gotta aim for the sky
Gonna stay 'til die 'cause one day you will rest me
Right next these legends, the best of the best is the next me
So why second