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fussy eaters, you cook them fajitas
They only eat pizza and chips
I hate stepping outside, for a smoke and some guy
Coughs, like your lungs are his
cnd I
my sex I set her Free with it
All my niggas dogs and they Howlin' at the Stand between me And my brand you the common Factor
So this deagle lit yo
monedas
Ey soy el mr everyday
Que viene para hacer ley ey
Ando volando y sin D R U G
Jo ki Kie fer he is here
Icnap intermedio y mira qloq
Un flow ngg
Then they turn out just like you did
And you people are so clueless
Think it's gonna keep you fed
But you're screwing your communities
From putting out
Anytime the line get pushed, I'm a factor
Grown up to pancake lightweight rappers
Downing all these niggas
Like bitches in a struggle
First come first serve
people doing things that make me cringe
Your post on Facebook made me groan
TMI about your life, it chilled me to the bone
Some things are better left
illuminates the sky
Expanding space
A new dimension
Colossal jaws loom over my town
The smell is putrid
Heat augmenting
Cosmic factors from the cosmic creation
on grinding, It's moving forward nah there's no rewinding,
Bring Me Closer to You Oh Lord,
Closer to You, You are awesome, One knows me before I was born,
you think that this is gonna last
You go crazy I go fast
Quality, quantity, a factor of the past
Baby just like what the fuck you want from me
I aint
the difference between a factor and a fake
A shovel and a rake, a kilo and an eighth
A pocketbook and a key to a safe
A snake would slither up beside you with
dipping in is a given, isn't it?
Isn't it funny how good for nothings are good for something?
Ain't it funny how Trump be puffing, till a summons coming?
Dreams of my old life are what first comes to mind
Not really up to me
not what I had in mind
Partially up to me
some what I had in mind
Didn't even
used to be your stunt man
Now I'm main actor
Had to move on
And become the main factor
Bitch nigga
White picket fence
And some mixed kids
We can do it
Some sides are dire
Save the hype
The height is higher
Save it like you crazy
You might go out
But won’t blow out
Just don’t show out
Cuz
Beautiful macaroni art of a verse
Won't you clap? I rehearsed
I'm working on my It Factor extracting a curse
Last found and passed down when slave Massas had
talking
We ain't got the same work ethic
3am and I stay clocked in
Saying that you are the goat
But you do know that you would choke
If Em and Dre walked in
the napkins, surviving matches, ether to ashes,
Knee jerk reactions…we reach backwards, seek factors to prevent the relapses,
When the masses cascade, it’s
bitch, get at me
Ya'll are my mini me's
I'ma get busy, y'all suck on the tit of the industry
Selling your souls for little, cheap penny's, it's sickening
make no fuss, I'll wait those months
Too scared I factor my flunks
My life turned dust, no room for us
Too bad my past had me stuck
So called friends
Smash off 4 deep in that baby blue regal
Bitches keep hatin' but secretly jockin
Ask for my number bitch you can get off it
I only roll with factors
when your confidence lacks
That substance, it factor
You still don’t think that shit matters
But trust me
It does
Slowly building a buzz
uh
Catalog going
The world's a fucking stage cuz everybody's an actor
Pretending to be someone with zero positive factors
Fake as fuck people with limits to all their
(that's right)
But I never fall flat, finna stand on that
Gotta factor my girl, my babies (that's right)
I could never call out, get the pants no slack
Hard
it so let's present the factors
You're sitting on your horse two shoes thinking you good
But did you forget about Trayvon who was rocking the hood
Yeah
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