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a go-cart
Hit the gas, give a little more spark
I can't draw no arc but I
Paint a picture like Mozart
And I don't play with no darts
When I shoot, niggas

uphill from here Oh Up in the attic Down in the cellar Lost in the static Coming back for more Oh for more Out with the reason In with the season Taking

to ride out (I pity the fool, this the A-Team and it's lit)
Know them homies comin' thru (Watch, I play it cool, I been ready for this)
Winnin's what I do

to ride out (I pity the fool, this the A-Team and it's lit)
Know them homies comin' thru (Watch, I play it cool, I been ready for this)
Winnin's what I do

Goodbye, strung out on the lawn
The line between us was drawn
All I can see is you're gone and you left me here
With this house on this ground,

who don't give a fuck
Guess who don't give a fuck.… Guess who don't give a fuck
Oh you Sold out your shows… Guess who don't give a fuck
and you got all

DAMN you niggas full of PRIDE, ain't ya FEAR supposed to HUMBLE you?
I'm never out my ELEMENT, fuck membership to mumble crew
FEEL that LUST for smashin'

really know me
Tricked you motherfuckers with some
Uncle Ruckus fuckus (yeah)
Outside in leave a tard with a big grin
Meanwhile the same demons dog-pile

Human beings are entirely creatures of habit
Young children are born with no habit loops
They're essentially born blank slates
Then they habituate

Yeah
Everybody get down

Rolling with the punch
Thighs thick as mud
Pussy never funky like a skunk
If your blunts be funky 
Light them up
It's going

after ma moved out
Someone knocked it down
Replaced it down with a concrete piece of shit, mm

It makes me wanna hold you
It doesn't have to mean

to lose
So take a swing at me
Kill me
Don't let me be of use
So take a swing at me

Tossing and turning
My mind grapples with love
To the point

your words got me feeling like i’m drowning so no
it don’t feel right, no
just wish we could talk it out
really kiss your mouth
but you should know

Tattoo

Gillie da Kid

Welcome to Gilladelphia

2015

Then it's one to the next
That means another one bites the dust
Puffin' out, we on that peach Ciroc
Soon as we hit the spot we ride that in homie keep

get it all in rhyme

You can't stop the croc
With the belly made of brass i'm thicc
I will kick you in the butt
I will pound you in the grass
Heft

Make it a crime to be out in the cold
(It oughta be illegal)
You got a reason for living
You battle on with the love you're building on

You gotta be

I'm not ready, I'm not ready to go
I know you don't know it
I know it might not show
I may seem feeble
I may seem out of my mind
But I'm not ready

Who are you running from, man?
What have you got to hide, man?

Who are you kidding, your whole crew rolling out of  a clown car 
Jokers are outlawed

Pick up the Line by VeeDeshNee
Verse 1:
Send me a sign, call out the answers and I, I'll decide
Why do we hide? I stand up tall and who asks I say,

One foot in front of the other
Slide left, slide right
I'm a stunner
Pull out a camera, now
Watch me go 
I got style, and I got soul
I'm feeling

fight
Took my whole life
Just to end up with a counterfeit
Fake love, we don't got it
Loose trust, we don't want it
Picking up the pieces of the puzzle

other girls out on the run
Scared and they lookin' like they saw a gun
Maybe they did they boyfriend's crib
That's where I woke up this morning
'Cause he

People always tell me
There's something wrong with me

They say that I've been living
In my own reality

They're trying to understand me
They really

time (No time)
Tryna make it up to a sequel (We out the)
We out the room with the decoys (We out the)
We up the, we up the roof this time (We up the)
So