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head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a nigga

What does artistry mean to you?
I draw the line by my feet
Separate my wants and my needs

Bitch I'm a Artist
I'm Meta like Artest
Not Meta like

Choppas in a riot, get hit wit a stray
Shark in the water, smelling blood, where my dinner
Graduated from hand guns, started toutin missile

I'm married

idols
With their hands on bibles, concerned only with their own survival
Willing to mine blood diamonds and trade lives to remain shining
To defeat this

Dreams in my mind, love and cupid
I love bacon, bacon is gooded
Shaking like Speed
Bacon shooting like a movie
I’m a to be, two ton, pile of meat
Bacon by

Its survival is all now in your hands

Wolfpack! Fight to live or die
Kill to live
Bloodshed! No more tears to cry
Tear them into pieces

My brave

passing on me, might as well call me Brady
Yeah, I'm in the pocket, you know the cold make my hands get shaky
Didn't have enough cash to buy a pair

with a bottle of 
oxycodone and said his goodbyes. My eyes 
witnessed CJ Walker live with his diagnosis. 
Cystic Fibrosis. You'd rather be afflicted by

hands and feet
Dismantled sin, the son already handled things
My pencil is equivalent to Davids sling
The way I slay these Giants with my ways of rhyming

burning lips, talks bout Lovecraft
Was I sober? I don't think so
I paid the bill and snuffed the cigarette
As it was slowly smouldering in my hand
Curled up

Pray they ain't ahead of me
Pray I'm still watched by my angel that's sent for me
I pray that they envy me
But pray that my ego don't come and catch up

stories; getting close with my dad
We on the same time
Niggas throwing shots over shots
I guess it's game time
Blood ain't always thicker than water
Ice in

Mhh
Mh-mh-mhh

Blood on my hands, what's done is done
Left you by the road with the crows in the dust
Heart so hollow deep as a cave
One day

dats a certainty
(I'm not broke)
But Yo death I can guarantee
(300)
By my killa wid a felony
(He don't play)
Can't let you get ahead me
(Hell nah)

King of my city im cool with the mayor
Been out of school my name ringin bells
One hand catch like odell

I went to sonic and got me a slushie
I put in

lose it
If this pistol in my hand best believe imma shoot it
Only clutching not the plan why the f*ck wouldn't I use it?
Life he started hating bad I'm

Cutie lookin extra smooth
The way she looks at me in my mind
Tell it all, by night I'll be fine
Only one friend I needed
Just makin up more lies
Time is

fingers
Means fulfillment
Clap my hands
Fantastic
Bring it
Stack some figures
Spend relentless
Know I'm good
Don't need no witness
Know you're good
Don't

call the guys blood, but you cant even trust ya brother
Never set you onna right path, you think he tryna plug you
See you think he looking out, until

about bitches won't give em a chance
I'm stuck in a pit with blood on my hands
It's up to my neck and down on my pants

She told me that she left me

to what I called my life

Look deep inside, what's the worst you'll find
(The truth is ready to awaken...)
Even if Earth is stormed by army, beast, or flood

the ark
I'm a self-made weapon in this city like I'm Tony Stark
There's talent in my blood like IV
Ain't nobody out here bleeding like me you know me no ID

How you that much of a ****
Just help me understand

Some mornings, the very moment I wake is fire
Blackened blood in my eyes
White ceiling, painted

choice
African man everything I sign is by blood
Am black man no mean say am black by tots
U fit to change ur mind u no go know
U think say i dey lie until