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in all black everything
You're bout to see bloodstains on your persian
I'm lurking, no conversing
Burst in the room and then start bursting
I won't

know the deal

I was barely on time
But I got my paper right

I remember 06
Was the time of my life
Now I'm trying to get back
Find the path to the way

your new kicks, they the last edition
Don't even worry 'bout my craft, I'm masterin' it
Masked up with it, bro gon' rob on Halloween
Blended in so

the time, my niggas on go
She pressed 'bout the past, she wanna let go
Bro pressed on the gas, we gotta get low
Don't be surprised when yo' whip get flipped

turn around and she got cake too
She walked by hold up B I need a take two
Two O clock in the morning but I'm in a different time zone
East coast crazy

bait face
I don't even rate enough for me to mask it

I can talk bout what I'm on or I can show you how I'm living
Hit the strip or hit the pole I let it

I'm staring at ya while you laying by the ocean
Last time we was here
You left me and you ghosted
Now you see me out here killing shit
You dying to get

but I'm just glad that they ended
Hoping none them did for you everything I have mentioned
But, judging by your looks, it was probably expected
I don't

his fist up
Call them niggas gone and let them know that they ain’t fucking with us
In the mean time ima go and ice my wrist up
I ain’t tripping, I’m

the people or satan controlling them
Used to console in them
Now any day i can just put a hole in them
I mean I cant just confide bout my goal in them
Im

the Wale talented on the shelf/
Not me... I'm a get it on my own time/
Focused on the mission and in tune wit my own mind/
Embraced the competition married

cut about the only time I'm getting groomed
My ex  in  Costa Rica enjoying her honeymoon
I'm in a hotel ,deep, in a rapper baby momma womb
Open wounds

lie 
Some days I call my guy 
Cause some times 
E dey be like say I no dey try 
Even though I’m more than just a passerby 
Them dey call me pretentious

and cumming and spitting I'm deep in her guts I can tell by her face
I fuck em two at a time, do what I like
If you wanna leave then leave
Or stay through

the hand surrounded by my fans i hear a thousand clapping hands laughing as I’m counting bands so tell my man stash the contraband we bout to cop some land

bitch over surrounded by a buncha pipes 
FOREIGN
Katy Perry that kitty roarin
Travel the world like I’m tourin
Imma hustle till I’m low in a coffin
Pushin

bush look,

They open there mouth,
Please,
Tell me something idk bout me,
I'm productive when I smoke these trees,
Get high write bars with ease,
Canzo

you step to me 
Aint gotta go and get the strap because it's next to me 
Im in my bag i ain't talkin bout colostomy 
Make him think twice before he talk

Think I got tourette’s way my trigger finger keep ticking 
I’ll clap your daddy while your mama home Im real ignant
Disses bout shitty as his drawls

wasn't there with me when I was down by my lonely
They say they can't control me and at the same time they can't clone me
That's why these niggas know me

Hope you find what you're looking for
Hope it's worth it
Marina used to say it's me or her
But that was rooted deep beneath the surface
Now I'm

energy is nothin to fuck with
No hesitation or lil Wayne, when I'm trynna say
That I put six times dedication made into changin' my ways
Shoutin' out Tray,

see hoes on a pole
Niggas still choosin' 
bitches tryna get chosen
Me? 
I'm a player
I ain't paying for it
Talk that lil bitch right out of her damn

is play with tools something like Home Depot
I was four, five, six on the block everything I played C-low
They saying I'm about to blow right on time