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slings dope send a note to le Vatican pope then we toast right hand on your heart before the oath
like a séance that call out ghost it dead folks


You

yourself

Fall upon your knees
Before the blinding light
And pray to your Lord
That he sends his angels in to fight
You are a King of No one
And I am not

country boulevard
Wrote this for me
So when you see a rare photo
I’m probably riding solo spread yo wings nephew ignore the phenes nephew you on track
So

my wing
I'm the myth, you can't sleep on me, bitch I am reality
Had to check up on my credits, cause my worth is not a dollar
Keep on playing on my

Okay, okay
Running thru my lost mind on a treadmill
Reincarnating words from my demon's dead will
You can tell 'my brain is busy cause I never stay still

the end
Real nigga, I aim for your chin, you know a nigga trying to get it in
I'm protected by God, I don't need no nigga around
Give a fuck about what they

every step of the way, I say what I say
Cause the mission's ensure that we all got it easy

You amongst kings in a brawl circuit
Electrifying flows see

But I won't stop
Don't gotta talk
Know you an opp
You know I'm a boss
Might die on a cross
Might die in the street
Get shot by police
I'm just a free

satisfied, till they kill me
You better rep, what you step in that bitch, otherwise your faulty
I kinda like em bossy, but not to me
I ah send em in the spot,

outside
Boy you ain't shit
You crying over a bitch, praying she'll send you a kiss
Playing with me
You know that's taking a risk, now I'm finna take off

shoe hold up I'm
Bout a send another car through
Or catch them bitches on the
Interstear like they caught you
I heard they in that Audi but
I'm on that

Bulwarnie sanse nad Wisłą jak Annie Lennox

Ciśnijmy te słodki sny, tu gdzie się czai przemoc
Niebieskie światła, jak u Jorjy Smith
A moja dyskografia,

ugly I'll be quick to send some slugs
I'll be quick to hold a grudge
I'll be quick to show my mug
I'm missing Sam cause he was there when we first

as Shak
Sellin' crack da midgets
Who says blacks are bigots?
Send your facts da critics
Jesus Christ is Lord
Sam a tax your digits
Am I sacrilegious?
Know

Uncle Sam, put tax on it and get it sold
I been in my zone, I won't be here for long
Lewciano, made man, ain't no getting by me
Drop a loaf on your head

i'm feeling her bestie
And I don't touch a girl unless she gon' let me
I had to leave them man back and now they resent me
I thought you was real
But

Send me fan mail when I blow, I can't take you with me
Bookies bet on my success, gin rummy rounds per 50
Persistence, pounds a plenty, placing

don't get attached
Spiritually focused materially detached
Let's get it let's go
Can you hear my signal? I'm sending you feedback
It's of a good light

now you're wishing every nigga you be fucking could be me
Every time I'm in your city you send a text like come see me 
Miss me with that shit you had

if you still blow off your kids
They might consider me a martyr cause I'll die for this shit
The birds I need don't have wings but I still fly for

flip
Big guns got long clips
I'm street driving you niggas' whips
Straight pussy won't do shit
Fly niggas get wings clipped
Bad bitches get hard dick

The Priziest Horse

Sole

Selling Live Water

their money so tight
so they could send their kids off, but the best historians sleep on benches
(Why is everybody sleeping on benches?)
I've been a rock

know what it is
But I gotta test my soul
Only “TBH” I do
Is to be hollowed
Told her she can leave today
She bet not send no blue Tomorrow
I told Sam be

and the wrist still froze 
I'ma make damn sure that them stencils dance 

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She gotta send the address through Sam
cnd Eddine's