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bands I got bands bitch you better back up
9 all on my waste fuck boy in my face
Bring that yellow tape shorty wanna taste liquor by the case
My boys they

these rappers on a sale, no running out of stock
Glock 9 on my tail spirit of the Fox
Running after train, only right your bitch a thot
Welcome to my

wasabi shit
I came by to stop ya shit
Y'all out like a floppy disk
Eardrum overload, burst ya shit
Like sonic booms above ya head
I'm So Robust
Your

I smell poultry
Must be my razor blade
I hate this god damned country
So I slit my wrist again

Take me to the panic room
Put nine threads in my arm

a heartbeat, it's a skip
It's life and its death
It's commitment and trust
It's batshit fucked up
It's butterflies, it's bad times
It's beautiful, its love
Baby

deliver Def Jams, call me Rick Rubin
Big nine millimetre or the SIG shootin'
Brains hangin' out your wig, you a Fig Newton
Pie cooker, word to Jimmy

Step out of your comfort zone
Nah decide to stay home
Everybody gotta seek their own
Everyone wants to reach
No one wants their own

Even when

It's cold outside
And a silver cloud hangs low over the morning skyline
There is no sound other than my heartbeat
And snowflakes dance like fireflies

It's cold outside
And a silver cloud hangs low over the morning skyline
There is no sound other than my heartbeat
And snowflakes dance like fireflies

fall in love, because it's all about progression
On my Big Daddy Kane shit, ain't no half steppin'

Then I'm right back to my money,
I'm always

Real alone no fakes allowed
Mi round who love me the most
Now Casper call me a ghost
Seance fi get me by phone
Go out a mi way
Go out a mi way
Just fi

Plant trees in time
Do the GB9
I feel un-der-stood
For me to thrive
I need this tribe
Love this Bro-ther- hood
Life by design
Starts in my mind
Let's get

up in the streets
Gotta hustle, ain't shit for free
They only love you when you countin' money

Before it came, they was actin' funny
You wasn't round

you hard to find
Twin Glocks one of a kind
One shoot 40 One shoot 9
I really should've copped a 10
50's the same color as this 10
Momma told me I ain't

all unnecessary
Orders and she don't need no decree
Of approval from Hanh motherfucking beep
Everytime she goes to buy a box she doesn't need
But

you outside
This for any nigga that's trynna slide
Boy, I ain't no rookie, only a pussy
Ass lil' nigga, get nine lives

You better move tact in

Energy type beat easy
I don't like to break up id rather make up
Fuck her good don't make love
When you grinding save up
Put some extra to the side

How you go drop out
School to a 9-5
Ain't a bad route
What ya mean back track
Pull the map out
You going the back route
These days getting money

commute
All through
My labor
Tapped In the drill
Bit by bit
Just to show
New York
That i love you
But i'm still
Gon' switch
Hit the wrong pass
All

all you need
Just fall for me
Like 9/11 you fall for me
They let me cook too long
I let it go too far
Still in these avenues, I did all that I had to do

not love life, Life!
Like hype to a beast, I wanna feast,
I do it G, I do at least 9, nights,
Of straight doin beats, i’m true indeed,
I’m moving peace,

to do the nines

I'm sippin' lean up out this cup, won't give a bitch my time
Wills pull him up when I'm in this, dude, I'm feeling zombified
I've been

The Embodiment of the goddesses I worship and the legacy I plan to leave…
I am the vibe- I am the frequency
The hertz of the  hurts I’ve healed no longer vibrate

hell of a life
Yeah, maybe could've made it if I had one with me
'Stead I'm in the club, no love in a jimmy
I can get it quick, one click in a jiffy
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