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I'd rather excel catch you top of the summer
She call me daddy
But I'm not her father
So I can't afford to give no b**** my time
These n***** b******

bangin
My niggaz gang bang
They lovin it
You not a baddie I’m dubbin it
Dubbin it dubbin it
Up’n it
We takem out and no subbin it
No cuffin it shawtey be

Man
I mean, honestly, thinking back on it, I really came a long way
Sometimes you just gotta look back on it, you feel me?
I'm on my Ross shit

stay by my side
Need a bride with some pride, let our lives coincide
No rotation, baby, don't lie
If you ride till we die, then with you I'll reside

Let

my enemies (damn)
I'm turnin' up, they don't live like this
You out of yo' mind, we havin' this shit
I get 'em killed for like
Half of these ticks
I

I'm killing all these demons

Yeah you know the Recipe

This is called the Recipe...

Look & I flow 
And I give them every reason
To wanna kill the love

No Boost but I'm prepaid
My checks come on time or they early
No delay 
And that's why we don't relate
Run it up till I run outta breath
You niggas got

build myself up, yup and not hold myself back
And form a plan of attack
That we could crack through the code
Put my crew on the map
By spittin' truth over

frozen meals and over draft accounts over closing deals
My life a cinema I'm just now exposing reels
But why would they want me to blow?
They know

do some things that you don't wanna know
Mama I'm sorry I'm wilding on them fucking roads
But I gotta get paid if you know yeah you know yeah look
Move

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here you'll know it
There's not a second then that goes by
Without his intervention
He'll bleed you 'till you feel dry
Sometimes even literally
You know

the grand scheme of time
Where will I wait for you?
I'm preparing myself to love again
I'm preparing myself to stand tall

I hear the echoes of the sleep I

Me and all my homies, mad colors only
Psychedelic rockstar trippin' out the police
Climb on top the cop cars, feeling like im K. Dot
Let that bitch

that rule
Don't say shit till you leave that room let's go
Im on another level let's go
Take a stroll to the bank bout to cash out some more
Remember

the waits over
Gotta make em all shine
(yeh) i gotta wake em up
I gotta make em feel it from the heart
(yeh) one at a time
I'm going interstellar watching

'Till I pass out
From the fucking gas clouds

The bitch get's misty when I say "You can't kiss me
I ain't got herpes, my lips are just crispy"
I gotta

Guillotine

Death Grips

Exmilitary

2011

a drag yeah

Get broke by the street like blood stained glass, yeah
Choke on these nuts till the very last, yeah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

in the deeper thought
Breathe it in
Got a lot
He got hit
Demon thoughts
Better come with my swisher hot
Looking nice I'm prouda you
Roll a spliff my

tho
Hittin' the trap with my hat, low
Refund it back till I got me a, racko'
Undying status like, Haplo
But it ain't never no gains, if all you do is

Don’t let nobody tell you who you are
I remember sleeping wishing on a shooting star
After practice over night cleaning working hard coming up short

Yo! what you crucifying me for
I never meant to come across as a know-it-all
I'm just a simple artist trying to do my job
And I'd be eternally

pedal that's in my blood
To get it all out 'fore it's over
I've ran for a distance
And now I'm breaking down
I know that when you listen
Your phone will

on a stick a split his top like it was lumber
Beef over a bitch cause rip and why like he from Yonkers
A bumble get yo bitch you know you ain't gon' get yo hoe