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of the lyrical manifold, I explode with the Craftmatic scroll
Givin you a taste of death, seven bullets through your chest
Then I rest in peace, then you die in

Hit ya in chest! Haha Getcha Getcha some,

Kingdom Priest!  SIZZZLE!

Who dis is? It's the Kid!
Y'all tell me what the problem is?
Got the Horse, Got

I feel like takin' you somewhere nice tonight
Girl, that's the mood i'm in
I'm finna drop
Everything to spend some quality time with you
Yeah
Nothing

Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been

from 7 to 4 close the door
Then I write a verse and record,

Take a break push weight,
I'm set and gettin in shape
Edge up with the bald fade
Call my ex

doesn't raise their pockets they don't care to put a stop
The only gift they ever give is keep alive our sores by daily sprinkling them with salt
And yet

Telling me to hurry up, got some nerve giving cheek
Dee, this the second time you've been late in one week
Started this job 2 days ago, already wanna leave

makin' some melodies!
Big fella, fourty-seventh street
Seven rings, minola accessories
Hella bling, iv'ry diamonds on ebony epidermis
With a capital letter

me, friend, I never forget
One wrong step, and without a second chance
You're dead, not even with a bout and gettin some respect
You're stuck,

Cannot predict I'm talking my shit
We gotta get, rich I got
Problems money can fix
It's a deadly, move when I'm
Walking in it it's like seven
Seconds

and jewelry
I don't like where I'm headin' like I'm leadin' to my eulogy (Nah)
But my watch is still tickin', 7 seconds 'til a newer me
All my life searchin'

feel any tension
I keep mine on me cause I might just leave some shit twitching
I play by the rules, bitches, I play by the group
Only in the coupe, so

I Remember

Z-Ro

The Anthem

2005

Some of us made it some of us didn't, but still we got by
What about the good times, ain't too many but I remember
Stadium Bowl, the rest of the clubs

near the projects
They gentrified it now I really see the progress
The revelation is life all about the process
Old things was born anew but some folk

I Remember

Z-Ro

Mobb Sauce

2015

Some of us made it some of us didn't, but still we got by
What about the good times, ain't too many but I remember
Stadium Bowl, the rest of the clubs

but the door is locked
And you’re on the other side telling me I suck
7 months later I improved, you want a feature cause I’m reaching for the top
Want

And we split, I said I needed to figure some things out
Cause I was mentally torn, worn down by your toxicness that this brings out
(This brings out)

bitch, layed up
The end was looking near, that's the shit he was afraid of
By the grace of God, he made it out
He got a second chance, now it's time

I've been searching for some goals at out reach, take a second with me, watch me win like sheesh
Damn I'll be there too, just to say it, love my fans yea

million human beings 
The biggest exodus and crisis that the Americas has ever seen 
As 

the seconds go by 
Projectiles are being ejected

Hitting arteries

to try to get myself 
Some sort of plan, what with this debt above my head
Cause now I got this new degree, 
Yet still it seems people keep telling me

but never give till you're willing to go
Sometimes a limits a blessing, sometimes a con is a pro
And I've been at this since like 7, like three days

pills.

Diana: [Spoken]
Oh, thank, Doctor. Valium is my favorite color. How’d
you know?

Doctor Fine: [Spoken]
Goodman, Diana. Second adjustment after

second that I get
As it drains from your eyes and chokes you till you're dead

I fucking hate you. I thought that you would understand but you don't so