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I know you aggravated you'll get your time
By then I hope your mind is activated
Overcome tasks, we grew up fast
That's just the saddest statement
One

enterprise
Tell me how you feeling
I'm feeling like I'm too hot
To keep it chilling
The lyrical villain that's driven by killin'
His enemy with positive energy

love for these niggas
They don’t fit the description
They distorting my friction
My addiction is money undeniable habit
I'm still writing my story laid

put a check on
Lil bitch ya need that? put ya neck on
Futuristic nigga sound like i'm next
Stuntin' is a habit
Bitch i'm cryin' like the saddest
Never

through hell and came back bitch
I’m bullet proof
Please know that she fuck with a savage
Get that guap by all means, it's a habit
She a demon for clout,

If it listened at times I grab
Life just by the hair
And forgiveness isn't a given you
Don't like it I
Don't care just to keep it a bit simplistic
I

don't ever be dramatic
Wake-and baking is a habit
Got me rethinking my status and I love that

All she do is just roll my weed
And get naked for me

Why the fuck does every chicks gotta be so problematic?
Damn, she actin' ratchet
Nah, that's her natural habit
That's just the way they act when grow up

growin'
I got to work and now the money flowin'
I'm inspired by the homies
Showed me how to get this music thing rollin'
Hope to inspire the youth

I thought that I was in control
I thought you were a chance I could take
Then before I knew it you became
A habit that I couldn't break

I had to see

Lefkowitz, Jacob Silver
Mordverdacht never dat
Seh' ich wie ein Mörder aus
Abgesehen von den Gangtattoos auf
Meinem Körper drauf? By the way
Wann kommt endlich

of the chattin' you're
Yappin' - back it!
Or, I will go back to the habit of
Taking nations daily
Enslaving babies, like NATO paid me
MC even dream that he slay me

it‘s release, yeah
Strokin‘ ah, strokin ah
Strokin like a niggah cardiac, ah
Smokin was a habit, didn’t need that, yeah
Didn’t need that, yeah
Didn’t

Mother made some popcorn just
Like I was hopin'
Inspector Gadget is a habit with
A big bowl of corn
Melted butter made by mother now
I'm no longer forlorn

seventeen, I got my behind kicked in
By this faggot kid named Michael Lenahan
He was fuckin' with my girl at the time so I had to just call him out
Meet me

presence if I ever leave
Apologize for my bad habits
And my self destructive tendencies
I am the iron giant
Demons inside he tried to hide
But the people are

getting a little older
Anyway, baby, I've been thinking of maybe
Going by Marilyn, possibly Whitney
To combat this crisis of identity
Cos you see, my

know I reach to slap it
I don't hit women, slap the booty as a habit
I don't even know him, he fell off, he a has-been
Smoke a three-figgy and this bitch

(Swerving)
Since I was a jit I been causing this havoc
Addicted to drip, now this shit’s just a habit
Don’t play with them boys ‘cause they gonna let you have

hands
Pressed together
He says I'm stronger there
But that's a habit you build on
Not just a last resort
I wanna be in the number
I want that good report

Grown men don't go missing i told you before, I thought you would know by now
Fuck around and wake up dead
That shit cost a couple thou
If he live it

Ayo
Due to Repetition of my bad habits
I cant imagine a grass path in this vast labyrinth
Graspin at straws inside a haystack
I'm bad at it

Will get slashed by my lightsaber, this cell fader
Yelled stories you can't match, you better ask
Don't getcha bones detached, or marrow whacked

And everything he brought with him, it be stuffed in the hatchback
I get that shit by the bulk, hashtag
And I make that shit jump like a jackrabbit

I took a while