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Brandon Miller
Yeah
Giving straps to killers
In the red with the dead
I'm a walking thriller
Keep the hammer by my side
Bitch I'm bob the builder
Heavy

in a Honda , he left in a hurst

I got them ones ima fuck up the club
Rich nigga don't step on my rug
I don't sell no more but I'm still the plug
By

Greedy Boy Fred]
I can tell that she miss me (I can tell she miss me)
By the way she kiss me (by the way she kiss me)
When I lay low baby come with me

don't live to see
But this hayride is fallin' by
The wayside of industry
Strippin' our history 'til there's
Nought left of
Dynasties of leather and dirt,

that shit back in the barber shop, but listen though
No matter what nobody tell you, J'ceon
Daddy here for life, I love you, son
I've been worried about

interrogate, this monk's a master of deflection
Take a look in a mirror! Insight check your reflection
Dropped wine for crime, I'll aerate this tycoon
Go

tracks
Never derail when I called Raiin and put it on the tracks
My mind is trained, so I sell it back
Cus I know the truth
I saw’em in the mirror, then I

a lick
I heard she strip
I pick her up for the brain
I send her back in a Lyft
I put in work like its third shift
Over time this her third shift
Over-grind

then
I'm talm' bout back when, when I was rockin' KD thought I had it
See I won't cherish these lil hoes, I bring the pack in
And ion like talking about

I've been there too
Walked two miles and more
While in your shoes
I've had the same dumb look spread across my face
My measure of pride outweighed by

Mafi D ain't playing games
Why he talking in 3rd person? Cause Derrick don't talk to lames
Got my bitch fucked by a nigga it's coo I played it same

believed and so he devised a plan
He would bargain the ring back to
Where it originally originally came from
In hopes that someone would dare
To carry his

I'll carry until death suspended by marionettes
Whiskey breath pairin' wit cigarettes; chest carrion flesh
Face carryin' stress. Nevertheless, I'll

break my fucking bones
But words can't hurt me when I'm in my zone
And as for your actions I do not condone
Why you're trying to give me an early

I don't know what you've been told
I'm tired of this drama hiding in the corner, Truman Show
I'm about to rev things up I'm sick like the common cold

attractive once the make them dollar bills
But it ain't about that, I'm preceded by a King who said I'll be right back
I'm trying to get you on the right

Uptown 4 Life

U.N.L.V.

Uptown 4 Life

chipped
Back to Bustaland, 
I know you see the semi-automatic that I'm holdin' in my right hand
I got a closet full of T-shirts with homies on em

Your rhetoric will entice me
To write raps on my white sheets
Men at work in our Nike's
We're comfortable in out white tee's
I'm by myself with no

big shit, I’m the nigga first rate
All the bitches want me, first come, first take
Time to roll with the clique for the bands, all paid
Fred beaten by

Well everyday to me is like an up-hill battle
Get back on the horse but then i fall off the saddle
Demons in my mind man they’re doing real fine

scream
Murdered MLK ain't even let a nigga dream
Murdered Huey P said his beliefs was too extreme
Murdered Fred Hampton in the middle of his dream
Murdered

raped by the label sister fell in love and got  raped had a baby just ta get to streets gold just ta touch the pearly gates I just want kill reverend

Yo
My lyrics flow like tidal waves
Bitches gonna die today
Pull the pin on 5 grenades
Eat them all that's what I call
A migraine in my brain

A wick with no candle
A wheel with no axle
I ride with no saddle, no lift
Then I'm dragging the kite
A blade with no handle
A brick for your