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through the signs
Somebody told me seek and you'll  find
They ain't say what you might see
May make you wish you was blind
The issue is mine
Rip through

Okay, I keep warrant no ID
Got a couple bad bitches by me
You can't be walkin with that
Two lead don't try me
Try lotto my auto cost two million euros

like to sit
I made a way for you lil' bitty niggas
I wish you would play with me, boy, you a bitch, yeah

They got exotic, I told them to mail it
I

Everyone's a fuckin victim
Pay attention to the system
Life is just a crucifixion
Separate the fact and fiction
Looked into a killers eyes
Told me

Used to wake up in the morning thanking God I was alive
But I told myself if someone wants to test me, someone dies
I had my momma praying for me

supposed to be out to get riches

I'm the individual with the biggest balls

Run up with the hog, yippy ya'll

Like my nigga from the mob

Told me, "Little

it out all by yourself lil nigga. That's what made killers. All this pain, that's the shit that fucking made me
And I'm so fucked up in my head because

to make money
The biggest killer and expiry of the artist

I wait so long for you
For a chance to feel loved by somebody
I wait so long for you
But

shouldn't fall hard
I pray you don't drag me down
Somebody help me up right now
I need to get home
But the cup got me waking up by you
Yeah
Naked girl wrapped

a spitter
Everybody ain't a trapper everybody ain't a killer
Everybody ain't red everybody ain't cuz
Everybody ain't everything everyone told them they was

nigga jumpin out the escalade

Iced out wit a black mink (Blingin lingin)
And to my niggaz wonderin why they can't find me
And why come by when they

free, uh
Somebody told me 2020 was gon' be
Special, you make it thru
This one, n you'll be successful
Waffle fries, ice cream with the
Drizzle on it ay

sing like Aretha
I'm callin' on God but he ain't call me back but I Needed somebody I prayed to
The reaper
I slap your ass out with the fire while your

I'm called nigga by
A couple white men (NIGGER)
COs: undercover Aryans
Beat blacks to a pulp like a Barbarian
I told that Nazi "Don't hit me!"
He did it

on papers, I sit by the window
I be bondin' with robbers and bitches
My brother had told me to slow down
They know I be bondin' out killers
I put a skeleton AP

a brother named bubba

Different daddy same mother

Remind me of when I was younger lil' bad motherfucker

My told me son it's time to settle down

Momma your

Live at the Tunnel

Funkmaster Flex

The Tunnel

1999

That why'all (that why'all)
That why'all, It's murda

Respect a thug, or accept a slug
Or accept the death of somebody you love
That's the rules we

else...
Ion do Frauds...
Yah boys go try Scam somebody else...
Uh I want me a Audemar... yea
Uh Brand New Car Tomar... yea
Fck A Nigga Broad ahhh yeaaahh...

is a bitch and she dated on Saturday
Its cold outside, but trust me, I'm three kelvins
Around me absolute zero, blood by his pelvis
Anything i'll do by

by her head when I fold em
But let me just keep my composure
Put shit together like I'm the composer
Hit then I dip bitch I skate like a roller
Tried

inspirational 
'Cause I was inspired by the greatest
And now I'm just spitting on the remix
I gotta finish the intro, but I'm just getting started
Imma go from

a hole like a ostrich
I can look at somebody and tell immediately if the energy right
Me getting scratch is a hobby 4real cuz I can speak on a beat

Really a hitter I'm not no kidder
Picced you off the ground they told me not to litter
You tripped and you fell so they call us the clippers
Main

(16th Killer)

I was at the lugger club posting
Right off 85
Right there by Rock Legion Memorial Drive
I had a long week, now it's the weekend