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"Keep 'em slum styles to delf"
Rum is on my right
Of black bastards and bitches
Which reminds me, i left 'em out
Two from my list of shit I
Don’t give

that (said we finished?)
My lil bro he OT like a quarterback give ‘em 3 shots now he clapped in a lumberjack (gang) (rah rah rah)

Them lil kids they my

my kids
I'm a lunatic minus St. Louis Shit I IS
I dont have a home I'm feeling roofless
Blow yo top with a Uzi now ya woozy
Bitch I'm the movement Only

know I) I'm givin' your bitch a new drip, check it
She give that shit to your kids (where they get that from, me)
She be lookin' for me (she be lookin'

drip, rubber band on my wrist
Talk shit and I'll be at your fuckin esophagus
In a mosh pit it get harsh quick
I'm a lost kid that just got kicked
In my

Verse 1

Tears role down my eyes as my soul bleeds inside, so much pain I hide, so much love I give out, I always make em happy, am sad through it

what those is
I barely trust my business partners
Gotta watch em
I just caught one scheming
Go fig'
Don't ever hit my line if we got no biz
Do not play

Don't care if you've read or seen some beef
But my brothers in color are mistreated by police
And I am sick of seeing no peace
These are just thoughts

see 'em with it
Strapped up with my partners behind enemy line, huh
Fuckin' with some bitches that be with them, they be lyin', listen
We got that

Take it back
Rewind to little A
Lil me

Ten years ago
I was watching Mickey 
Now I can't stop puffin
On tha sticky icky
And waiting for my girl 
To give

of the population 
To give a party the majority they need to win 
Even if more people in total across the UK
I.e. The real majority, vote against 'em getting in,

is not fucking with PG Sosa
I don't give a fuck I'm trying to get bags, I'll take that risk
Niggas ain't putting no money in my pocket, I'd rather hang

The Last Song

A.D. Scott

Absolute Dopamine

2016

it!"
Well remember to count your scars with your blessing
Stay read and bow your head if you don't do nothing else
And give em hell, and always be

should give me space
Step back try to run or you'll get it to the face
You're losing this race

Armed with my blaster, aim straight for your head
Don't

the intermissions search your heart for a plan
and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect

things get weird
people disappear.
Got a kid got a wife - you best keep 'em near
cause the creatures can see you like beacons here.
See you freak when

focused on a wage
I just ramble bout my day
Then they see this kid can rage
So they fuck with him on stage

I'm confident that they enjoy
The words

on blood
Hard wired on that blow, need to calm down, pourin' up mud
Sharp spikes stickin' out my head piece
Ever since a kid I been a deadbeat
Wrap you in

to help
And so he prays everyday while
He's stuck in this hell
All to himself, he holds every ounce of it in
All the kids who have things
Always laughing

some more, I’ll give her what you flaw, uh
You’re a little kid, go and draw, proudly sponsored by Crayola, aye
I need to wake up cause this all feels

niggas anyway
Used to get dubbed by that bitch, heh
Now I get top from her every day
Tote me a tec and I tote me a switch, heh
I can rain hell on you any

cut 'em off if you question my analysis
Day i rate mayne my mind state mac a trick
Knowin all my homies gon call when ready
To the P.I's and those

in 3rd, slight nerd with oversized kicks
My clothes didn’t quite fit
Just your average white kid
Who’s trying to escape the pain of his legs
Cause his

a word if you don't know
I've been called nigger since a young buck
By police frisking me for the gun tucked
Is it my profile, I got a dope style
Got em