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Welcome back to it, red shades off
You saw the rose all in the tint, they going A-wall
I mean the stakes on
Get ready for this napalm
Me, E, Remo,

This the hardest that my spit splat
Never mind a diss track
That's only for the distractions
I ain't done
I'm not the one
The two the three the four

myself
Having God by your side is ultimate wealth

Pay attention to my words
Pay attention to my rhymes
As I blaze this mango sapphire uh

God's people

to put the work in
Focus on the goals in front of you, don't worry how it end
Twenty three and twenty four were only known as numbers way back when
But

Just three mother fuckers, with ears, hearts and beers
Talking to each other souls
That's what we call friendship
And that's cool tho
Lazy Billi

selection
Thirty six-twenty- four-thirty six
Ha ha, only if she's 5'3
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got

sipping
Corrupting and losing my soul, I thought I was winning
The pot was hot, the water's boiling
All I ever wanted was a milli, I said I wanted bands

And leave you stranded in a no-man's-land
Navigating this insanity 
Takes a lot of energy
A lot of moving around
Constant scrutiny
Whole days float by in

at rock videos
Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sisters, I wanna get

girl what's the point when I get it man I got it I might blow it by the O

Heh

Imma make her scream oh
She don't even know red lights slow she can't let

know what i'm saying...
Buh, you know, Imma give y'all what y'all want
Cause I love y'all, I love all my people

Already faced two
Faced another three

hater go make 'em see through
Diamonds playing peekaboo
(yeah) , I can't see you (I can't see you)
I know you got hate up in your soul
I cannot be you

to turn on like a wind chime
It's easy as one, two, three, simple as that like with this rhyme
Planning out the future can be nothing but a huge risk

her soul
Keep your hands on the steering wheel!
One at nine the other at three
Won't ever find another like she
I call it thief because she took it
Put

its three spikes
Where souls of dead sailors hold their mysteries tight
And are only freed from their shackles when the king likes

Mermaid dreams,

leave no scraps on the plate
Every time I hop on the track
It’s like a leap of faith
CP3 flow I’m in the lane I penetrate
Second best team in LA
Til I

wanted from me
Till my eyes were red and my heart was blue and my skin was green 
And my soul was bruised
Just the way you like me
In the restaurant by

around with eighty friends
I still count my money when it comes out of the ATM
Looking for the green, we go through the red
Three people keep a secret,

Hustlin’
Bustin’ my Ass 
Cause I’ had to take Action
Foot on the G.A.S
Watch me shoot rite Pass’ EM.


I’m the Type to go and get It 
You know that’s by any

the pain 
But in a lane fueled by mental health 
Self medicate like Red and Meth
How High? So high that I can kiss the sky
How sick so sick that I could slit

around fickle her fanny
See I ain’t doing them fairly
Nobody come near me
They be in cahoots with you really
And seeing you wouldn’t hear me
By choosing

to talking to n*ggas on a jail phone 
I hope that this one ain't a fed phone
Back to getting money outta red zone
Burning Franklin after Franklin, that's

Feels like I've always been
Searching far too long
Til' I found your soul drifting
Through this song

Let you read me like a poem
Til' I feel you

and dance
Eyes bugged out red
The darkside of me
Aint gonna stop untill i see you dead
All my enemies screaming
Oh my gosh
Now you scared
YOU can't match me