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she loving my music
You ain't gotta question if I riding 'cause you knowing I'll do it
And if you question if I bout it then I might just prove it

Focused and became better than the old me
So I always stay hoping on beats
Rapping with a flamed out heat
So hard you can't take a seat
Music if for keeps

The streetlights beating on my face tonight
The wheels are burning down the road
I'll drink these chemicals to keep me up
If I fall asleep where will

I'm what the industry needs got a whole bunch a rookies
Tryna focus on this music tryna get these bookings
Put on every fucking chain I'll dare you try

in my music vids betta let go
Tryna run my phone but we only fuck with lezbos
Horse girls wanna shoot they shot I said no way
Pass that hoe to James he

all
Pika pika, cover all my anger deeper like a stallion
Cover all my anger deeper like a stallion
Pika pika, pika pika, pika pika

Designed it by me,

For Beating Up Niece, 13, With Sticks
El Chapo's Sons Fed Enemies To Tigers, Tortured Them With Chillies And Corkscrews
Man Accused Of Domestic Violence

music ass so I'm turning my sound off
Beating your ass yeah we call that a pound off
Pass it to Biinjo he catch the rebound off
Getting this money they

fearing
Over hearing
With lobes that's hooked with those earrings
It's obvious you need reconstruction, I'll make a clearing
I've been through enough

FINALLY SEE A LIGHT,
IT’S THE START OF SOMETHING NEW,
I NEED TO SAY I’M NOT OVER YOU.

My broken heart is slowly beating again,
Next time I’ll start it off

trash toss yo ass to the bin
If I do it double time I'm bout to go in like
I'm beating it up like Po, Kung fu Panda how I roll
You rap so hard we all know

make them play again
The music I wanna hear is once again
You whisper in my ear
Ohhh, my darling, uh huhh

I'll be waiting by the radio
You'll come back

female on the block, by my side, that's a must
Stay away, if you ain't ride or die, I need love, not lust
Yeah my music blowing up, feel like I'm about

heart's telling me's wrong
He'll sing his slurs, admit his crimes and I'll just tap along

Whether it be beating or murdering women
There'll always be some

hand like Zo
Beating it up like I hit it before
Put you in the Jag you ain't seeing the Rolls
My music made platinum my chain made of gold
I'm taking his

on the way are you ready lil lady
Mani's and pedi's drop bags on you baby
You doing my favors by letting me take you
I'm giving you statements ain't playing

elevation dawg
My music too fire, need a station dawg
You switch up on me, I'll replace you dawg
Lost a lot of friends, but I don't give a fuck
I know I'm gon

name save um
I'm a real artist, and by the way I'm a free agent
Get back to it, got the drive, and the passion, the lyrics, the flow and the skill

stand for something
You on your feet fronting
Take a leap of Faith if you feeling Big enough
This your chance to rock a crowd if your style tough
By all

with a ninja's knife
I don't really look at your petty façade and go wow
Never been surprised by your foolery
Too many pretenders who looking like less

I've been bleeding
I've been pleading for some motherfucking help
Cuz I just cannot do this by my motherfucking self
I'm just tryna find my heaven

as a ramble
Let me ramble
I'm so thankful
I got music
Otherwise I'd be in shambles
I got visions
Where I'm living my life tranquil
Be a role model
Lead it by

in my dinner plate
Been on a heatwave for so long
I felt the fever break
Oops...
Fuck your streaming apps 
Music is my soul
Subscribe to my beating

fame
His name got Xed from the guest list
Chains and the rings I'll give to my brethren
Slay the rap game ABomb that's a death wish
Bless with raw talent