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these broken homes
It's fucked what that dark shit will do to ya
And not everybody gets to find their own astra lumina en la musica
Not everybody crawls

Branded and later reprimanded
For admiring the tail of the tattler
And that's a ripe rite here
Or maybe just a meme
We laughing at the reels
And still

Catch ya later, bruh

I've been out here all day, I'ma hustle till it pay, gotta get it both ways, yeah
I just gotta eat, gotta get it out the street,

identity 
Unlike those fakes you brag about incessantly (ohhh)
It’s ya boi bro, they call me Crimson Chin
Don’t knock on your door, before I walk in
I’m

playa

Tippin' on him, might be a waiter
I grip & wave like see ya later
Big wood grain on my Norinco
Manufactured by Chinitos

VVS's, he be the freshest

I am better than bitter haters
Sick of commentators
Run and catch ya later
Your threats are only lamer
Every second that you say em
But I dont mean

I am
It’s who I’ll be till the day I die

Catch me underneath a cypress tree
Sitting on a brim bead
take you to the place
Just in case you never been

like a slave
Imma do you like the maid
Benefits you got it made
They can tell you getting paid
By the dollars that you wave
Touch your skin that bevel

a stripper feel like
Billy Batson, ya bitch shazaming me and shit I feel like
I'm a champion, I'm the captain of the ship I feel like
Going batshit, Catch me

thriller
I'm the real McCoy my name is James
Call me J 'cause that's what I like
Bite this rhyme and I'll bust ya
In the head with the mic
The smartest

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)

Goin' Southbound

Stan Ridgway

Fly on the Wall: Music and Commentary From

delivery¨c¨chere, put this in your coat
It's a strange weight from an exotic locale
Don't worry about the cops, 'cause they're in on it, pal
Just pick it up no later

Tell the past, "See ya later, alligators!"
'Cause our future is now
It's California or bust, for

Sweet Sue!

And her Society Syncopators

explore on ya
I'm juss tryna do the things you never done before
You know many things
But there's just a lot of things that I figured you would know by now

black power

Put ya fist in the air and scream

black power



( Verse 2 )



If we wanna move forward gotta learn business

Cuz the wealthy ain't praying

your shoulder) 
Because our life is wild no one can understand or know ya
(like I know ya) 
You fine like wine and taste better as you get older 

Sit

'round the way waving to his friends
his brand new 420 was milked like a Cow-
Boy, screaming, "How ya'll like me now?"
but you know how niggas is, they see

to water, I speak life.


Cool nxxxa by the stove stirring hot shit. 
In a room full of dimes, five in my pocket.
On that spitting 20 rounds out a glock 9

on goin'

I been on this road for so long I mind as well head back home
But I been on this road for so long I mind as well keep on goin'

Rap raised me
Ya

Spanish gyal
Weh have dem diploma
A true thing ano rumor
Dem wa me fi sweep out e hole a dem room wid dah broom ya
When me drop a St.Martin
Di fat pussy

gone
I hit the trap was never looking back
One year later it was 2020 COVID help me stack
By that time Lost a couple times but always got it back
Feel

the shells
12:14 had the whole club lit
12:33 homie lost his shxt
Five minutes later got his teeth knocked in
Now come the cops stop the whole function
But we

reasons why, Busta free 
 & cnti-Social, Keep ya distance, or you die.
Flic the spark into this blunt to keep me high, but now I'm high and reminiscing

nothing better than the simple things
Like sitting with my baby making smoke rings, smoke rings
So meet me by the water
And let's smoke another J
Nothing we