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ain't nothing talk about
Ok I'm wilding
Ain't wanna get violent but now I'm on BT (Bad time)
I point a finger they gon' put that boy in the air
Like E.T

Star Trip

The Congress of Wonders

Revolting

Don?t think about it, Lt. Hunkie!

HUNKIE
I can?t help thinking about it. Last Thanksgiving was rotten. Just that food supplement pill with ?turkey?

it bitch don’t ever doubt it 
I got it by my lonely I was down but now I found it 
Your Rolling in that sauce homie tell me what it cost 
You thought

of that
No, no, I can't give no pass to that

Hated on by my own cousin
Before I started buzzin', bitch, I was really thuggin'
Mama told me when I was

Katy perry with the boy never been closer to death 

He said a pistol to the head might take his pain and his breath 

I though about that shit myself

the nigga that you wanna antagonize
With bad boy tendencies that Diddy would try to sign
A natural born killer lacking empathy by design
I got a blueprint

three that's quick maths
I've been smoking on Cali bud
I'm a fat boy so I'm jolly good
Got my name in the lights like Hollywood
Won't drop out of school

of who I'm trusting in
I found out they just a point I gotta start up in
If you say that I'm a real leader
Then why I'm am falling at the starting line I

executive at my label
Check my videos on cable
That fentanyl dose, I can't save you

Middle finger to the ones who try to raid you
Take it and run with God

can hit you with the white, but it might not be cheap
I got on ice with my pipe, boy, don't try that shit with me, listen
East Side reppin' who? Yeah,

child breathing through you
For you by you, the science of f.u.b.u ill creation
I'm still lying for that day I wake up
Out of this dream, see you kinectly

straight facts
I'm one of the realest I need me a plaque
When I was fifteen I kept me a bag but we ain't gone talk about that
Cause these Niggas be iffy
They

fails after several attempts to get her boy to come have dinner. Then she decides to try this:

She calls out to the STICK: Beat up Vree-Roosh, who does

a nigga like that be doing it
Chasing my dreams, only thing I'm pursuing
Ain't in yo bag, what the fuck is you doing
Start off my mornings by counting this

on phonics
Bill Cosby's passing it around
You could ask him about
Attractive women that asked for a snack
Said just take half but they
Ate the whole pack
They

contemplate
How, Im'a miss that sound
Act like you know what I'm talking about
Like matter fact I'm a come right back
If that's all fine I'm on my path

Dona

straight facts 
I'm one of the realest I need me a plaque
When I was fifteen I kept me a bag but we ain't gone talk about that
Cause these Niggas be iffy

can i feed 2 
How can i teach you when i'm still learning? 
How can i show you about love when i'm still searching 
These are some things that keep me

blood.
follow me downtown bob wayne and ill show you around
dont you worry about who knows who your daddy owns this stown
so i got up and went down

around the room
Hop in the car and the engine go vroom
Putting on a fit it depend on my mood
That boy Johnny Dang really tax for the jewels
Horoscope bitch

the Hell's Kitchen Nasir Jones
With some of Kweli's pros
That's widely spoke of and held
In regard by most
Of whom I would care about their opinion
You

hype 
They kill all sorts of people and without a fight
Like who the fuck is trynna have there life teleivise 
I ain't no Ray J or Kim K and that ain't

Don't play with a woman when you say you love her
I swear that you full of it, boy did I stutter
I can tell she's hurt
'Cause every text she send's full

Oi, Biggie Deez
They wanna know something
Let's tell 'em
Who the fuck are you? You're thinking who the fuck am I
My, I'm high, despite, I'll give you