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Bitch I pull up in the all black Benz
Fit stay white but my mind stay dead
I can't even talk about it can't pretend
Said she stay with me right until

friends a be dead
I can't get this bitch off my dick
She stuck on lil 4 that ain't it
Bitch, when I shoot, hit all net

Thirty-five shot, Kevin Durant
In

of the center tray
I wanna do it all day
No need for confusion, bring your own hoes
Key in the packet, bring it up to your nose
Party all night till the sun gets

Riding round in ya Nissan
I'm center mass on your ass
I'd rather scrap for I blast

Woe to those that lurk in the cold
Searching for souls to put the earth

can feel it coming back again

Take another sip
We can go and get the better end
Drop em till its dead
Take another chance
Click Click Click
Spin

was dreaming big while he was living through hell all work no play refusing to fail Hard to see it when all your homies dead or in jail
You got to feel

ever doubt the pen

Front and center, you niggas in the middle like Malcolm nem
Had a short stint, but I promise I'ma sprout again
Made some promises

to the chest Center left to breast, I'm not hearing a beat, I'm not hearing him breathe, maybe I'm just deaf to it all, stress tells me To press and start

to adorn your nest in the trees
This is what I wish for you
Imagine the molten center

Under it all
Under it all
The rise and fall

Under it all
Under it all

towards horrid masochism
I'd like to exercise my right to fight while I'm still living
Since the dead don't seem to be too concerned with conviction
Isn't

I got more friends that are dead than are not,
But would you let me live inside of your thoughts,
I'm just looking for some place I can haunt
I'm

riding in the back like a spare
I stay down like a center at the line of scrimmage
'Til my God comes through with His one of a kind divine finish
Christ

The Body splat and the blood seep
Concrete stained like a white seat 
I am now the new street center piece 
Getting showed off like a new lease
Blood money

are the titans
The honest journalist is dead
In jail or under cover
Left, right, center
You're all the same to me
You sit on the fringes
And stare at me

born a player
Never been a hater baby I was born mack
If I see some hate up in you I can't give you dap
Never been a center baby but I'm catching sacks

won't fail
The cosmic center will shift to hell
Shift to hell

Foil wear
Large lizards
War tide
Rambling strangers
A flat earth
With sharp edges
Hidden

Take me away like your meant too
I hope you want me dead too
Just like before I met you
Lost here stuck inside my torture and dread
This knife isn't

to do it
Get the stuff out of my head
The sound was stuck I thought I’d loose it 
Never reach it ‘till I’m dead

I wasn’t ready to believe
I wasn’t ready

great pain
So deep is the touch of the dark moth
Warmed by the flame of the last candle

My heart frozen by misery is dead
Like every hope that died

upon the skull
Blood dripped down
To the center of the earth

Miracle growth
Blood money
Paid for by christ
That sacred night

Yo yo yo
Little bro
Bathed

a sip, get drowsy, never get up
Get stuck
Cant fuck myself
Stand myself
Me and my wealth
The mind the truth
The dealt dead presidents marked for death

bound to the city yeah that never sleeps
At Eight-Forty-Six that Tower was struck
Sending the Trade Center ablaze
Dust debris fumes smoke and rubble

for dead
360, I did a turnaround

I live the same more ,cause it had me down
She always tell me, never let them see you frown
I would always say okay ma

to be in it
Truly, human beings ain’t nothing but one of His
White folks saying they the center is quite a similar ignorance
To what man thinks