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your stink ass, bitch
I shape and build my skill like an architect
Teflon style, rhymes be Gortex
I'm the highest exalted ruler on the mic with props
All

I still check the rhymes while everybody checks the metrics
By now it shouldn’t shock you that my energy’s electric
I’m a star, can’t you see?
I don’t

heard the door knock 
Niggas moving funny leave yo ass on that door stop 
Ain't looking threw no peephole I squeeze let this heat blow 
When you in

on my own
I forced my way through the doors, spitting too much fire
Emitting too much heat, that I damaged the Ozone
But I never broke a sweat or got

proud of myself
Cuz everything I own now, I really copped it myself
All the pain I went through, I went throught it all by myself
Some shit my bum ass

my fears
A cold corpse 
That's a year full of laughter and tears
Grim reaper paid a visit
To some folks I hold dear
So I'm bottoms up, curbside Colt 45

and boast
This drink in my hand ima toast
They really think I could give them notes
To take but I light this lighter up to smoke
Best send yo ass back

want a price of that ass like pumpkin pie
We jus having fun com do som drugs don't be so shy

Then she bring it back shawty make that ass clap
So what's it gon' be? what's it gon' be?
What's it gon' be? what's it gon' be?
Told you how I feel, so

they don’t sing to me
Bitch I’m God, this my motherfuckin’ theme music
Can’t see that good, fuck my eyes, add a beam to it
Drop shit, get away, like

the mainstream

Room full a' fakers/Tomb piled players
Weren't really gamers/Ended by slayers
Better know better/This shit has a real vein
Let that shit

gotta ask
Where'd you get all of that ass from?

Is it real, is it real, is it real?
Is it real, is it real, is it real?
Is it real, is it real, is it

I wanna take you out in the field... wanna lay you down in the grass
Gonna show you love that's real... take it slow and make it last
You've been

emotions and kneel despite the noises
Coping with the stress and the depression hard to focus
Hoping that the load don't get exposed by customs boats

love, fake friends, then fuck them
Guess who's next fake ass who says farewell
See myself in the mirror
Look kinda evil
This chains became my hugs

distracted
Now I'm hustling in them streets right by that red wall
Thinking bout my niggas in them fed walls
They freed shooter mall they need a free'em all

gimme the digits you know wassup (They know wassup)
Cuz im getting mad green like it’s celery it’s MP (Uh huh)
I’m Bill Bellamy girls by the boat load

Jumpman logo ballin outta the court
Foreign brand nigga straight out the port
Ion fuck with that hoe anymore
Switched her ass for more, yea like four
You

nothing is there any help?
No!
Looking in the mirror see that dirty dirty
Nigger is there ay room or space for me?
Yeah!
I don’t follow the shine I follow

Breaking down my bones just to have a life
After all my appetite can’t be satisfied
Magnified by the fact that I need you
True love comes around like a blue

diamonds with a little shine
But stop the rhyme
Said he got the drugs
Sell that shit he don't need the dose
He mad
He sad, it didn't work out for him
Like

ain't playing no games
Nigga this real
You talking to me or is it the liquor
You way more than tipsy
This shit way too risky
Smoke by the acre
You roll

It's my turn on the algorithm
My turn to be a cool kid
This groovy ass futurism
Get you moving with that boom boom clap shit
Ableton is casting magic

Take me away
The pain that you paint on my face
Is hard to erase
When it's your blood stains
(Blood stains)
And I feel all the hate
From the weight