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twenty-eighteen
There's not much that your boy can't handle
But homie was caught up in a love triangle
Now Nat One I had feelings for a while
She had the black hair

Go 
Put Me By Big Dens Mural (Well,)
Breaking Down Gas
Thumbs Look Like A Florist
Revenge Served Frozen
Karmas More Glorious
Shooters I’m With

is all time
And it’s all a journey
Looking in the eyes 
Of a fucking black birdie

Surely
There is more to life they say
Than what we mostly
Say

you find yourself inside of a FEMA camp 
Surrounded by traps and black flags separated by class and wealth look at you now! 
Worried about what the fuck

to catch a case for this alcohol 
I’m tryna see a better day 
But It’s safe to say i stay for this alcohol 

By fourth grade I drank a forty ounce of malt

Like Black women shrinkage
Straight middle fingers to you
I ain't gotta splint it
Oh, this my jam, isn't it?
See, what's thе point in all
This image that

nature
But if you ain't get it yet then let me paint a picture
I'm up in my zone, sit on my throne
Girl on my lap, doob on my lip
Mic as my strap, no cap

beats on 'em (Do it)
They on that trap shit
I'm on that booby trap life
Come at me and you gon' step on a land mine
These niggas stay running and
My

Web
And that's www dot
Or WWE cause we got the F out
With this little light of mine
We're going to find the best route
So Lord God please order my steps

I remember blues clues
Scooby doo
Wit the black dudes
Shooting goals
Hoops
Milk baskets
Those hoops
The one You cut holes through
Shoot one and it

Bow, bow, bow, bow
You know we out, our fuckin' top, man
Bow, I'm tellin ya

These niggas be cappin, when they black, they start to run it
Jump out

Cause it's made when we step we rock the two-tone gators
Served proper by the waiters, all food be catered
You ain't gotta see the kitchen, you just lay

the bagel)
Im on the syrup boy call it maple 
(call it maple)
Put her on the wood cuz
She keeps it feugo  
(keep it feugo)
Then I plug it good with the black

the water whipped, just cool make it cool abit
Numerous skengs when they told me pick one, I picked out the big one
Yes this one, don't get shot by the big

New Improved

Popa Wu

Visions of the Tenth Chamber

2000

a choke hold hoe, I smack you with the Mac-one-one
My raps are double-action, run the track from the back end
Don't have me bust your lip or have my glock

now
If you could see me
I could have just let it be
But you better read my lips
You can not manipulate me by accompanying our friends
Sure look you'll

say 
OK bae you on your way 
Trust I could tell by the way your lips continue to shake 
cnd this lake in your bed but you can't swim away 
cnd I'ma put

there to destroy
Up in Dallas, man she rides like cowboys
I could get my bitch back anyday
Movin by myself, on my own, in my own lane
I hear these niggas

garlic buttеr but, my baby
She gon' steak sauce it
Opps'll nеver catch me by myself
I be with Drac' often
I'm just tryna fuck you like a slut, bitch
I

The amount of fake trashiness that I been dumpin

Coulda been a millionaire by now
Thought I’d be dead  now
But I’m still around, so I gotta flip around 
Like

check-a, check-a
Check it out
Uh, motherfucking

I was feeling lovely, pocket full of dough
A little drunk, reaction mad slow
Thinking, should I step

to step it, couldn’t walk a mile ya sweaty socks are wet and/
Plot it thickens, ripped apart like listen heart it stopped like pentions/
Opposition fuck

and dive
Into the open sea of literature and rhymes

1st period last so long it was everlasting tuck
But high school move so fast like a black Tesla truck

jigga my nigga I play da piano
In da streets wit da hammer
Squeeze da trigger Dey dance like it's dirty Diana
I pull up in a phantom
Dats dat black white