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lacking validity
It's presidents ego is anesthetic to stupidity 
I stay on the opposing team
I seen a cop pepper spray himself by accident
And felt a rush

Uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh, okay, okay, okay, uh
Ayy, uh, goddamn, I've been trippin' on shit
How the fuck can you beef bout a bitch
All she do is

itty-bitty vibe
What if I, what if I for the fight, get it for the vibe, my L, M, N, O, P
Guillotine all my enemies, and I'm feeling the ketamine, hit it with

Seven Devils

Sadistik

Flowers for My Father

A Clockwork Orange
Cody DeLarge show me your heart
A star is born okay
Pull me apart I can watch the gore and say
I'm showing your god what scars are for

tax dema walking
For those hawking
After tax dema talking
What of jogging
You be smart add jogging
Herh Check your Momo
Er infact tax dema oxygen
Madam

Nigga really pussy better softer than kettle
Better listen to your conscious little guilty fellow
Nigga think he going hard no rings Carmelo
Oh, damn what

a chess piece
Over hand left
Break his left cheek
Im just tryna do what I do
Tell ya bitch she cute
Cuz this is how I do it
Nd aint nothin to prove
I’m

ain’t shit 
And then you turn around and say life’s a bitch 
I told em I’m bouta go n get rich 
They just smiled and looked at me like a kid 
Ig this is

for my guys in the Pen hope they see light, you want a video Shoot

You paying for that flight, he just shot a movie On your block cost you the key

bound to fly
Coz baby I'm bona fide
I knew this was no Bonn n Clyde
But I just wanted you by my mines
But you were eyeing
On newer guys
And somehow I left

heads
Still I hope I run your mind keep knocking em' dead
You know it's nearing by your time refusing the bed
Conversations over vino 'bout to alter ego

hablo dinero?
I came by my lonely, stood tall like a pharaoh
Knuck if you buck, loose your head like a scare crow
See bands make em dance, shaking ass

Paperwork show him for what he is
Skooby Doo imposters
When she want my name
I say I'll marry you in space my dear
Bitches wanna ride get in the back
Cause me

of drinks 

damn what you think 
I’ve been slapping all these women
behind the scenes
ask her who she seen 
not everything is what it seems 

Sulty that’s my

can't
Hit em with the can,
Gun jam *click*
Put em in the sand
Leave em with a tan
Lookin like damn
You are not a man, strap is like a fan
Spin n air

Jesus Christ is all I need n this life
Church
Tabernacle
Hold on tight and never let go
It gets deep in those rabbit holes
I started to fall then I opened

Feel like a god, godly emcee
Feel all my spirit the demons in me 
Get unleashed by clutching the mic let me speak 
No trouble they fuck me cum n then

checks
Bitches wanna squabble til i walk up to them n flex my Gucci, 'preme, and Balenciaga vest
And they talk down on my name shut up you cryin' over your

Too much future on my sheets
By the history in my calls
To much tension in her feet
When I'm filling up her walls
That's my baby, but she don't know

will see I'm baked
Like mommas baked Mac n cheese out the oven
That's great
Yea
That's what love taste like
Good Green
Yea that's what the buds taste

Killin Nigguz

MC Eiht

Death Threatz

1996

I'm tearin' up body parts, makin' it smell like what the fuck?
Don't be thinkin' you gon' catch a nigga slippin' with your shit nigga
1-5-9 times up

It's wrong, I ain't sorry, I'ma be on my way
Seen a n**** with nothin', I'ma turn it to somethin', I'ma make my way up through the rain

Bright outside,

you some cash
What you think I run up them racks for
You know how I like to f***, head ain't nothing I should ask for
Watch me put your Legs by your

complicated
Livin' in this crazy world sometimes that dominated
By the foolery no good for me, that was a struggle
But I'm picking up my cross n' going forth