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What if he drops his best verse and they can't feel it 
What if they make a list of the greats and he's not in it 
What if the hype 'round his name

I'm comin' in with a 40 and a grin
Ain't no point in plannin' i'm recording on a whim
Intergalactic, i shit on your track list and piss on your

And I was really hoping 
You could give me a diagnostic 
See I'm sick and tired of all 
These second chances 
And don't you get me started 
On my

I just wanna get my momma out of this predicament
Cuz lately i know that she really been getting sick of it
Ion even think i ask for nothing got

I been working on my style, no guru
I will hurt you, no voodoo
I'm sick of my life cause I'm feeling like it's making me coo coo
I'm from 216 where

on list
They told me maybe
Its been all day long and I'm sick of waiting
Sicka praying
And I bet that's why the angels hatin'

Always saying 
Fiend Boy dug

A privilege 
Toss a cookie 
Supplement 
Happiness 
Is ignorance 
Love expressed 
In Christmas lists 

Furnish our 
Broken hearts 
Tempting us 
With kitschy art

like I was sick
Need some greens Im super spent
Wasted greens on dummy shit, I think she the one type shit
Pushing carts Im discontent, knew I'm meant

we're topping the score list
I'm focused on one my energy is harnessed
Negus came a long way from working the harvest!
Hardest you know this my heart is

Yurr
Okay
Pro
K told me get back on my T-Bone shit
Jersey
Okay
Sick flow get low take dough
From those that don’t deserve it
Boy when I spazz on that

gone sick
Spot on, every line, boy take yo pick
Fuck the booth then get right to my nympho
I'd rather die before I let this shit go
I promise on my momma

before we all grow
It started when I start to care more
Watching you more often than before
But it just makes you sick, ignore me, until you really done

on your wish list
Then, poof, I magically appeared
The one you been waitin for it had to be for years
Wutchu want ma? That smirk's a disguise
Don't front

He want me dead
I want his bitch
Keep calling my name
She making me sick
I remember when I really ain't have shit
Thinking back to the days where she

Ready to box you in, Afro Thunder rumbling
King of Fight Night knock em out again
I'm sick, I'll eat the beat  got the Pac Man Fever
Combos will have more

And just go psycho yo 
Tell ya hoe to pour me more 
Your bitch super horny so
Make you list your woes with your woes finna lick ya dough
Drizzy I ain't

this bitch wit Bacardi 

Uh run it run it run the beat back 
Rocking all black air ones 
Sick as anthrax
Smell like boof pack 
Lil mama tryna buss back

a tapestry
I’m caculating who be cappin see
I got a list of information
That will tell me that exactly
Including your favorite rapper he
Be flauging like he

Do It
Ooh. Do it

Back it up, back
Back it up, back it up, back (Aye)
Comin' with a challenge, what's that (Aye)
Check off to-do list tasks
I got

sick 
You could follow me I don't mind it 
Imma good G on my role model shit
All y'all hating should just all quit  
It don't really matter what side you

I keep a blunt lit while I’m kickin dumb shit
I get around broke people I become sick
Ain’t no new friends that I’ll ever run with
I’m still runnin

finally happened

Don't think he'll be missed
Some might be pissed
Another page opened and an empty shopping list

No closure
It's over
The stories left

respect 
The only thing on my list  
And everyone i could check 
I Get my family set 
That pressure nothing to sweat 
That shit ain't nothing to stress

with a prime track list
Get the fuck out with the wackness, yo
Lots of loose leaf, roster too clean
Stocking juicy, posture movie
Hocking loogies, hot