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is Diallo Brutherz

Yeah yeah yeah 
Ib ok listen

Ooh I feel like Johnny 
I'm talking gotti 

Don't run up on me 
My shotters don't play that
Cause

A.M., he's on the kitchen table
Dick licked enabled by a chick thick as J-Lo
He grabs for the last rubber in the stash he has
Too bad cause the (?) half

Dropping extra weight off my delts
I don't give a fuck if I went left
Let me show you the tip of the iceberg my tip is peaking your tip is felt
That old hurt

lacking it
Fueled by hate can't you tell that you're gassing it?
Underground but I dig till your casket fit
Underdog like your pet when his back is flipped

Vs 1.
I can tell that your a little
scared about
What you heard about me

A little edgy  
I eat my veggies
I only focus on green 

I’m what they call

see is from the bench
Don't make me beat your ass, like them dudes did Beavis
Giving confusions, spasm and seizures 
At first this fool, fucking thought

clue when it comes to the basics
I've been on many dates, I'm the one that got away for eight chicks
But the main thing is they're turned off by my

Theory of Humanity

Produced by 1st official 

Verse 1

Sip this limited edition Ciroc with a little chaser
Riding down Rancho California wine

void
By the wayside
Sinners hear the white noise.
The wages of sin, 
Death is your reward

In the streets 
Teachin good doctrine 
Truth and it's Poppin

with a chrome that ain't registered
Still paranoid of mass shootings by competitors
And every other week one of ya idols is a predator, shit
That's

she loved me and I had trouble saying it back
I was confused at first but I think I know why now
Cause back home I was messin wit another chick that she

or is that just me? 
I know I'm not the only one here with PTSD 
Or psychosis, or fuck, I don't know my own disease 
When assuming the cut isn't even that

anything

Slumdawg I'm on all fours
Caged in by the slumlords
DC I'm from 8th ward
Where go to Feds
Ain't no **** state court

That's why I'm praying for

a dollar to swallow back
I hit her right off of twitter, follow that
I'm booking face, my network is social
Young Money, Cash Money
We coach who coach you

Like all my set bout it ya they gone slide
If you try ski that's a homicide
Ya four door whip ya I'm gone ride
Ya and your bitch ya she ride the wave

Your the type of women that every man 
Needs like a glock 9 you make n****s
Bleed with you I succeed you sexy 
Yes indeed

Let me light it up let me take

My Name Is Kay [Lost in the Damn Gameboy Remix]

Frankmusik

My Name is Kay EP

2012

what my name
My name is

All the other kids in the schoolyard click
Asking stupid questions like
Who's that chick
That is Nova Scotian that you mad

Always talking sideways, grasping at straws, just try'na be somebody
Ain’t back up what you talk, you know your work is only spotty
Talking ‘bout

didn't ribbit (Frog)
Pull down her drawls that pussy hitting
Me and my gang we coming different
(Yea)
Me and my gang we on a mission (Yea)
Your life is gon

thing cops locking you up waiting at home is your child
And your baby mama
You know the one that rode out when you was whippin poles out
Cookin

brother,
I'm ready for life and it slaps like a fucker,
I'm trying to survive, so what's keeping me alive is the fact that I know this shit is really gonna

a need, it’s my nature
Seeing me, the callin' of my maker
This is raw, this is fate, this is flavor
When I spit feel it hit in your sacral
I’m grateful, I’m

timing
Tell your bitch you been getting hit
You freaky frog, you out here wylin'
What they said? (Huh)
Been fucking in my bed? (Nah)
That don't make no

There's no need for us to stray
Every time I contemplate
That I need your love before it's too late
Is cause yuh blow my mind when yuh start wine
Only me