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all night, she was here the next day
Lookin' thru her dress, X-Men with the X-Ray
Call your friends out, show me what your friends bout
I ain't in my

by you again)
Ayy, I took some time, ran away from the drugs (yeah)
But I hate being sober, I bought 'em again (ah, ah)
I'm so out of my comfort,

to the greatest Pac Big 
Coming after Empires like 50 lets Power trip 
Flow's sub-zero bars are iron clad 
Every song check my throw backs I been Fab 
You like how

even ropas
Is meant to hide you from the Holy Son oh my
The dope lies the rope ties around your neck
You drop your neck pops
Death by suicide
I live life

Even if you told me to redraft and the beat's wack. I keep 
asking why the good die young. I want to curse the sky 
at the top of my lungs. Instead, I

got 5, 5 times 11
11, 5, 5 times 11 is 55 
you know what's up with that homie

Yeah
Drugs are bad, I'm good

She touchin' on my nine and it just let

do a third album, I will literally shoot myself on the spot
Klover, What are we doing?!
I know that you wanna touch it
Throw it back and show me

‘Cause rapper shit had me out the country
When my gram's was sick
No blog could ever let you
Know the half of it
Why the fuck niggas think I
Be on my

years old
Wrote my first song talking about love
Now the years are passing by since I took that leap
Wore my heart on my sleeve since I was a kid
Nothin’

Think, would my nigga would do me like G did Nino?
On a wavy tip, licked out 2 0's by 7
On a Porsche wave, I need another 9 by 11
I want my money

the hardest spitters coming
Out my hometown
I keep the realest in my circle like an O now
Another O cause you up in our zone now
My main bitch didn't hear me

we need to reinvent our kind
The only way out is through
The only way out is truth
The only way out is me
The only way out is you
The book burnings

on
I got it on
Niggas be telling me lies (Two times)
I can’t let you out my mind
Plus it’s plus on my face
Dusting the ops in a race
In a particular pace

Army
Talk shit if you want but you can't disarm me
I've got the advantage of being advanced, bitch
Rhyme like this, let me see who you are kid
I'm sorry,

are feeling few and far between
It's kinda like the ones that think they're really ever catching me
Your girl has got you on a leash so how the fuck you

season
Book a flight to New York for no reason
You wanna buy a CD, I'm selling it
Go to the radio
I give out the phoneline number
Guys in Brooklyn are

don’t like me, that shit is accepted
I follow the goals, you live in the dark
My feelings are written deep down in the art
The second I start, they seeing

gonna take the crown right now

When I peep my mic hunger you should urinate in ya pants
How can you battle me you get crushed by little ants
You biting

with expensive meal
Then tell me that this is real
You kno
Cause this just bout a Feel
And The drip that make you sweat Them upset
Watch me flex
Make it

and go days without sleep
But I'll be fine if I just keep doing me
My eyes are open I can finally see
That your kind of perfects not perfect for me
Say

the wisdom in
And you know I know the holy one so I'm understanding it
Handing out bandages
Till they ask for the doctors hand in this
Then I call the Father

You know, a lot of folks out there got it twisted
Staying mad, staying jealous
Let Mori help you out
案内してみよう Haha 

Dead beats fightin' tryna

a neurologist
I was out in skegee
And I ain't have no scholarship
Three different whips
You could always catch me driving shit
I-85 and I'm headed to Kentucky

the worst
Fuck carbine I said it first
But now
Rarely on prescription but catch me tripping
Hip and sick with every word that I say
Get out the way
Fuckboi