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treated me like true royalty
These things I write
I write them because I miss you
And not a day goes by where I don't pray I'm with you
And still sometimes

place
By the time I'm done with this I'm gone be there with the greats
My brother sellin pure white like the Aryan race
When I asked to get into it he

fire every time that
I ride the beat
I'm in the pub doing like 90 pints a week
And in a week, smoke more than 50 spliffs
And still spit with a nifty gift

I am not cravin affection
Cravin to manifest all my blessings
Feel like i lost my direction
Just to pinpoint where I'm tryna develop (Growth)
My game

Killing shit with all kind of flows 
Fall into place like dominos 
Watch the timing thou 
Peep the fire smoke 
To the sky we go 
Yea the grind is slow
But

An eon gone by since the mountain became barren...

Origin of the black earth traces to a stream of time so dark
Ne'er will the flora flourish

Fargo
Got money by the clip
You wanna stay home and sit
I wanna go overseas and trip
Get drunk and smoke big zips
Throw tips while bitches strip
Matter

and we smoke it
We got that kind of grass
But if you cannot control it
Don't know what to tell you bitch
That's what you get, you ride with this
Oh you

and was in pain, cut a couple friends off and was left with an insight
There's times where you gotta get left to get right, so I ain't gotta lot of regrets

there was smoke 
But it still was serene  
Tucked in the time when flame flows stream 
So I do what I say n I say what I mean 
Fish on the scale 
Brake

by my name (I do)
Man, these hoes ain't never rockin' with no lames (who's that? That's you)
Bitch, I'm married to this motherfucking game (damn

truckers better back it up
Thousand spikes ‘round the spine
Flamin’ fire down the frame
With my double back flip 
Destroying the game 

YOLO, I’m loco 
Smoke

a beautiful place
Sky was full of stars
Where she was looking at
All the ground, under her hands
There were small, shining, colourful stones
She shouldn't

I ain't scared of anybody
Bitch I ain't got a penny on me
I done had so many try me
I swear I got fire on me
I been chased and beat down by the 12
I

Y'all never been crisp
Never had crisp never knew crisp
Never out never do crisp damn
But there ain't never gonna be two crisps
Wait, wait, wait

the wire
By the smell in the room you tell that I'm smoking some fire
Through this hard work I get what I desire
The view getting better As I'm getting

nighty night
Sniper on the roof, one clean shot
Out with the quickness got no proof
There I am in the dark alleyway
Up on the fire 'scape time to pay
No

she can get the big willy
If somebody want that smoke
I'll tell them where the bitch killed me
But don't tell me to stop being a prick, 'cause I

grams through
I'm gunna blow
There ain't' nothing you can do 2Real
Fire in the booth

the game
So change what we do
And the niggas that claiming
To do what we do
Are inspired
By fire on tracks
We ran through
See mission we beat it
Lame niggas

It's hard for me to sit still in my Regional I'm motile
Cause life's like a car crash where The vehicle is totaled
Speaking with a filter, it's not

Came in with a mind on fire lit by desire 
Coulda smoked a pound from my supplier
And sparked the loud off ambitions for rising higher i stay

class, or we can get into some gangster shit…
(Whoo!)
The kid's on fire, you can't touch him like he's Hammer
No need for introductions, let's just please

though I admire your desire
You a sellout lil nigga a Lyricist for hire/hip hop circus act my special skill is spitting fire


Big dawg status men these