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my phone
Might hit him up and sample it
You thinkin' like a simpleton
If you still think success and God in rap can not go hand and hand
Man
Maybe slow

his hand
He hit the pipe that night now he just think he the man
He end up beating a bitch with a wrench n he fucked up her hand
Yeah he a pedophile,

by it's little teeth
And I took you
Backseat down with your hеadrest up (Ayy!)
Hand me downs with the red dress on
Don't call me down when your life's

got blood in my hands, I'm the Bloody man
Call the city Gotham city
It be burning up
Shhh I can hear them bitches Screaming, know them south niggas Be

Yeah, haha
And it's hard to keep both of my hands to myself
You looking prettier than ever up in person
And your smile just calls my name
We only had

you frown, my hands stretched out
If I dream, don't shoot me down, yeah
The new sound is coming round
So stand up and take your, Yeah
If you frown, my

these streets, Jaylen dead that's all he see
Look here lil love, say give me yo hand and we thug
We roll up, we kick it and smoke a lil bud
I told her

the deepest of cuts

I just couldn't help but feel like I'd let you down
My shaking hands are gripping tight on my slipping crown
The things I never said are

Straight Outta Compton (Brr)
Christo Amp that dude, straight outta Austin (Straight outta Austin, uh)
Crossin' you up like I'm ballin' (Swish)
I'm killin'

it through the worst
Hands up we fucked up this for my introverts

Used to have dreams as an astronaut
Now I don't get much sleep so I laugh a lot

get some grub
Right hand
You must know that I'm up
My love
Want you in the worse way
Loves is in the air I feel our hearts attached
No feelings we can't

If you're perfect please put your hands up
Oh oh wait no hands up
But when it's my sins trust me your hands up
And any Christian can always have a slip

overwhelming, shit, maybe ive been mistaken
I dont think ill ever be the nigga on the stage
Just...
Telling everybody put yo hands
Put yo hands up
Put yo fucking

to talking 'bout the poems
Flat rooftops and hoodlums
We gather at the forum and get to talking 'bout the poems
Hardly any words are spoken, 'til they hand out

like it how I do it when I only use my hands 
Its hard to bag a bitch that don't already have a mans
Shakin ass up in my face that bitch she got me in

Sell it by the onion 
Range just like I'm harden 
I don't even want this 
I don't even want that 
Let me get some work chop it up with my bros yeah

be
If you feel me-stand up
Put ya hands where I can see-everybody take A ride with me

Throughout my life challenges
I overcame adversity-sorrow

to peel off 
When my foots to the ground dem hands will wheel off 
Just a puppy in the pound gon have to keep up 
Keep up, missing goals like keeper
Are you

and hide they hands knowing we too old to play
I roll one up and fire it up to smoke my problems away
When the smoke in the air I start to look at the planes

I wasn't trying to please so many people
The things you love the most will always be the most deceitful
By the time I was twelve, I had lost my sense

Damn Dee you mixed this
A yo Ram turn that up
What you cooking
That nigga Dee on the mix
You know that bitch going to hit
My hands in my pocket
I’m

need to settle down
Coulda had a few grandkids by now
No rush, but hurry up
Then I saw you
And to tell you the truth

We went
Straight for the kill

a demon 
Never show my hand
But you know i’m always scheming 

(Ay)

Stack it up 
Load it up
Then he bleed
Pussy boy
Don’t you dare 
Come test me
We gon

world, his life was in my hands
Watch your back for all them snakes, because they seem to reel me in
It's somethin' in my mind and I think it's demons
We