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Y'all niggas spend too much
Time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start
Right before his ass get hit
But when I

that I live, purely to jump in the shit purposely
So I can swim my damn self to the other side
Of a lake of fire to seek answers I'm tryin' to provide
My

Only those that seem to
Know can counteract the status
Quo, balance act, which way to go
My RFID, CID, used by the beast to track you
Yeah, charge in

damn
Who gonna fix the environment
Y'all got me coming back
Switch on the sirens still on my J O B
None of them rappens can fire me
I can't retire yet

Been a dream inside a Bentley
Who can divide us
You and who don't fuck with me
Rest is assured, got ambitions not corky
I'm rolling my sleeves bout

on a vine
I been patient and humble , but I'm back, it's that time
I won't slip, or won't stumble, I can't even recline

Do this shit for my mom, got the gang

All By My Lonely

young thug/artist/lil keed

Keed Talk to 'Em

2018

dip out there all by my lonely I dont need no nigga I spaz
Oh yeah, this a new bankroll
Oh yeah, talkin' bout the shit you can't fold
Oh yeah, I'm

anywhere, and I’m burned on trust
They made a mutt out of mud, and they named me a savior, well
I can’t save her, and he’s still lying so I am

Guilty by

of the game
And I ain't never skip a lesson
You can tell by my grades
Sometimes I rock braids
Sometimes an afro
I'm a Nuyorican Cuban
That's Pun and Castro
Plus

Man I got iced veins, I'm cold blooded,
I don't quit, I'm all or nothing,
when you down and out, they quick to judge you,
but come up, and you gone

Chulo, feeling like I'm Bruno how a young boi drippin in finesse
I ain't PSYCHO, better check your FICO cuz you spend a lot by the way you dress
Can afford

Ahh yah go
Falz the bad guy is in the building by the way
Check ahn I do it I do it I do it
Go go go go ahn yeah

I do this for the telli do this for

regardless they stay on my nuts like a chick-o-stick
I don't know if your fee sees (feces) what I see in you but I can tell you ain't with the shits
You not

cold water
I was born a winner like Hov's daughter
Desecrating Emcees, leaving them out for post-mortem
Nobody in the game is untouchable; as for me I'm

of the brave 
Just know freedom ain’t free I’m American made


They say it ain’t where you from it’s where you at 
Well you can find me in the holler with a cold

know you raised a g
I aint never talked about know fuckboy that ran away from
Im a dope boy from portland, you know about them keys
We can knuckle up

of the whole country
I talk that shit cause I could back it up
Rap it up
If you can't rap before I smack you up
Yup, your bitch come told me to snatch her up
But

that hardly seems fair"

One more time

No one was prepared for the man man who carries his haters by their hair
Then send them with my gam gam down

that we brought
Can't get enough, so brother pass another cold one
Feel like a dad at a ball game lampin' with his son
Chuck D y'all word up we

And get it,
By any means
I’ve been rapping since about my early teens
Fitted caps were cool,
Rocking my denim jeans
It was all love and fun
Now my future

of a liberated chick, and our empathy

It sat alone, abandoned and cold
Taken under a tanktop out to the country
It's fiction, I know, but nature had to go

their way with me
They sang a song both cold and mean
‘Cause that's how women are,
They sang,

“A man can pan for gold and strike it rich and be

up)
They tried to turn you down
Girl they don't respect you
(No they don't)
Cause when the storm comes by
You better hold on tight
(You better)
I keep

gold But the city so cold

Sitting on the sideline
Time passing me by
Thought i was doing sumn but really i was just getting high
I died like seven times