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the gunslinger
Whale spearer from Lamelera, spiritual mental killer
Rob niggas to get my seeds dinner
My pockets stay fat by making yours thinner
How you say go

Let Me Live My Life

Z-Ro

I Found Me, Vol. 2

2016

the ghetto, day by day
I'm bumping trying to make a profit, cause I gotta get my pay
You better, keep watching me and
Pretty soon, you'll see man
That I'm

handle this?
My girl Missy, can you handle this?
DC, can you handle this?
My ghettos, you can't handle this
Better move 'cause we've arrived
Lookin' sexy,

stay kinda fat
Never was a crab - I never was a bummer
Just do what I gotta do and
Break a nigga off some
Correct, correct go even so a brother-
I just

Woah, Yeah
When I am with you
I get feelings that I've never felt
Get lonely, then I miss you
I don't wanna do it by myself
It's all love, when I

you doin always chasing that booty
Heading out early Denny's calling my name
Get some flapjacks to cure this Bacardi pain
Messenger dings selfie coming

rap fast but he's really sayin this
And I don't cap cap know they getting paid with him
Cuz I got stack stacks that I'm really layin in
The booty fat

love my hustle

How I smell good, how I'm always clean
This bitch right here, she pressure
Fat booty, pretty face
Need no makeup, so I call that bitch my

get to capping
I ain't capping
Do a feature with your favorite rapper
Rap the same way in every song
PPP Loan
Nigga we on
Big booty bitches ima eat

try and front, amongst Your friends But you know you Gon' let me in
Cause you a fiend, for me Between Your mouth coochie And them booty cheeks

Lil'

empty
I tolerated the endless pain that was on my mind
I obeyed the voices yet my actions left me behind
My destiny was replaced by fate
My mentality was

ou

Hey bru, have you heard of this Jack Parow boytjie
Spot me china, spot me
Ja I'm picking up what you putting down hey, I'm feeling your pain stain

bad to the bouji
Getting bags eatting sushi
Gotta fat little coochie
Wittah a bad little booty
Getting paid for it
Rapping my ass off
Still can't afford

Yo' lookin ass

Yeah
Open my mind, look, tell me what you see
Hurt, pain, that I gained from the streets
It's a dirty game, but it won't change me

I was 13 years old when I jumped off the porch
Started smokin' fat ass blunts you gotta light with a torch
My neighbor trappin' hard as fuck he went

the ghetto without
My hairs dread
I was born in Queens barracks
I don't speak with fear

I don't interact with bitch niggas
Cos they fucking scared
I don't

know I'm living it holding it tight
Hoping I stand by the end of the night
Thinking just praying I don't see the light
Where should I go I don't feel

the stickiness of mamau0027s honey 

Birthed without regard to the pain of the sacred womb

Where birthing rooms become mamau0027s tomb

As neglect infests

know I'm living it holding it tight
Hoping I stand by the end of the night
Thinking just praying I don't see the light
Where should I go I don't feel

the cheese
God help me i need a fat booty please
I'm down on my knees a member of the posse
Yeah red eyes gonna rep your town
Gonna show you the sound
And show

tuddie blap
It make her booty fat
You know I'm slapping it differently
Jump in that wraith
In throw bentley bs
Call me young shiggdy
I got the remedy
Two

go boom, boom, boom
Fuck it, we go fall in tonight
On it I lay booty, so fat
I'mma go bomboclit on it, yeah I want it
I can see the way that you move

gotta Richard
It's on both wrists
Got 'em thinking I'm ambidextrous
Go to jail? I'm way too sexy
Skinny waist, but that booty hefty
The head different

Poet Laureate II

Canibus

Rip the Jacker

2003

contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He