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I get featured every track
You know my lyrics neva lack
I keep a stick fuck all the chat
I'm tired playing
Yeah I'm really done for real on the ville

just made my first milly sellin' straight dope
Why the fuck am I even rappin' or tryin'
Completely uninspired by niggas constantly lyin'
Feed you shit

you so aggressive, I don’t like that”
“But that just come with you, so I won’t bother fight that”
She gon’-she gon’ do right by me, I do right back
So

You know there are some things that you don't wanna hear
But Imma talk about 'em anyway
Little Bros I'm sorry
Yup yup 

MumC 
I know say you fit no

the door
Starting to think that was your whore
I wiped her floor like a chore
Like a track star, she be running back on all fours,
Begging for more
(knock,

so face it
We laugh when your pain is so much it hurts
When the skies and everything falls black
You will find it is by design and it's all bad
Half

of sugarcane


December Birthday
dismember relationship
You write by saying this....
Then playasure appears.... why
There is no face on the face
it will fade

know I had to rap on it
How I got acne but I still get more face than you
I run it up like a track meet so I could win a race with you
You came in two

on you, you can't reach the phone?
It was all good just a week ago

It's funny what 7 days can change
7 days can change
Here when it's sunny 
Where were you

drama to the streets of southern cali
So I'ma drop this track and bring to you grand finale
Low Pro fuckin gangsters
Foo I've never seen one
Sony your

New Fashion

Hurricane Chris

51/50 Ratchet

2007

stay I hop out in broad day

Oh, yeah, you got a vest then I'm goin' for the face
You heard about Louisiana boy that's where I stay
You gotta be ready

track?"
I told the n**** "I gat family man, but you do that, (hmm)"

Aurora always try to get Chloe mad and upset
So I sit in between them to make the whole

watching for you (You you)
Cookin' up in the basement wit my troops
Battling it out all in the booth
What I was meant to do
Not playing games with you
Taking

Bungee gum attached too, you'll be needin clown shoes
I'm bad too, Ilumi-nate my blood lust in a bad mood
I could carry all the spiders on my back like

Running the strumming of the numbing
But when off track in this matrix we might be succumbing
To lose sight of what we could start becoming
Look at all

and backwards
I don't play about it
Bout my business
I kill this shit, you know I leave no witness
Cross me there wont be forgiveness
cpologies on mute I dont

track.
Blow up in the studio like we bomb that and maybe smash it like you showing off the hulk's wrath.
Understand music's all I got so I can't and won't

been in that position more than I’ll admit
But if I’m anything to by, you could find that all the things you used to want to change are making you shine,

pockets
With lots just like four garages
How you think I came
This far got this far just by working hard
I am the bar purest form
Shining hard come around

making plans of attack
Take the world by storm for all saying I'm wack
And of course I mean I'm gonna rap
I'm the new kid, "yeah, right, that's facts"
But

enough without support to heal with
Feel this, if you're so inclined, walk the fuck away
I ain't gonna stop ya, dafuq ya want me to say
If you're all about

of a laid back one but I'm just trying to get my thoughts off so
I'm on the train home but couldn't keep my love on the tracks
The songs I made about you are

Murder

Busy Bee

Running Thangs

1988

to the race track, then bring home a winner
Buy her earrings and medaillons
I got juice by the gallon
But she got legs like a stallion
Plus to be a cutie's

tryna tell me what I’m supposed to do
All I ever hear is God, I can tell he ain’t in you
You can’t stop what I will do, I’m just tryna make a move
I ain’t