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research every sexual assault that was ignored by the police who thought better to avoid it

She could have had the life perfect tens are often handed but

a lot of luck
I ain't got a lot of luck
I ain't got a lot of luck today

I don't need a bad bitch
I just need a nice girl
You can go and call me corny
I

and the pussy come later
I'm just sayin'
I ain't sayin' pussy is bad, my nigga go fuck something
Be sure your priorities and paper adjust something
Work

the ladies love best
Got a Patreon I hope you invest
Never embarrassed by what I express
I just hope I can keep your interest
As I keep up, beat this beat up

Imagine not being free
Imagine not being me
Imagine not fullfiling my destiny
Imagine not being called crazy
Imagine living by the norms and giving

be glorified
Y'all so horrified by the next guy

Wonder why they got something you don't
Only thing you don't have is a fucking brain
Don't you realize

the blues for another song
Had to cut the ends loose, I was tripping on em
Nah I ain't stressing swear it's all gravy
Walking on air with the swoosh baby
Dumb

just stuck in the same spot that’s so unsettling damn

Gotta go the extra mile spice up your life go from extra mild to a ghost pepper
I just flow better

XONWORLD
JJ on the beat

Ooh, damn
I got the skill, you're just banking on chance (Yeah)
I'm feeling whole with my hands in her pants
I see you

Back then I thought shit would really always just stay the same
While I thought my smarts could maintain my grades
It couldn't hide the pain I felt that

damn sake
I'm starting a campaign
For taking the bad days and sad days and filling them up so much that we convey
A different type of feeling you can

at the brain
I have hoes back of the church
Hummin' ya name
Even then I feel it's like cheat my men
Watch God leave the sky to
Come and greet my men
I pop niggas

Get this, I wrote this when I was like, 15? 16?
Just a little self reminder that I came a long way
And I've gotten through every obstacle in my way,

zero to a hunnet, in a sec, have em put on my song then put some respek, 
Put on my tape, me wid the poetry I'm told, is like Tony with the tech,

on me
They don't really know
How im feeling they just
Guess on it
Know ima make it one day
I won't stress on it
Say it every song I don't care
If y'all

Can't tell me I'm the only one who feel like, this ain't real life
Like its more to it than the bullshit and drama
Bitches who inspired by hoes

wanna ride or die na na na na na na na na yo

I'm driving down 35, usually don't drink and drive
My adrenaline is rushin-, I got a cop by my side
Stop

the lights on
Real kinda rude how you pull up with the tights on
Im thinking I like you cause I dont just write songs
Penetrating patient Im glad you got nice

poppin bottles
Bad bitches looking like models
I see they sippin moscato
All my opps they In rotation
Should've never dropped location
Hear my music every

just that bad. What could have made it so bad? Well, it was the appearance of the dish. Well, how could the appearance of the of the dish be that bad

I'm the chid that's gold
Responsibility owned

I don't need therapy I just need a friend
Someone that could give a shit
Regardless of my ends
I don't

older
Streets where I'm from, they die younger

You know the rules, come outside and pick a color
Damn, it feels good when you survive another summer
But

brains
Wildin' out, just romp a room
A gang stoppin' the fool who
Can't gut a mouth
Old train is null and void
It's a no-brainer, we them Gully Boys
Get

and your abuse like a battered spouse 
I won't squeal like a mouse this is my house
Now you just sound like another sad lyricist
Let me assist I insist that