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mix thoughts just like a blender

Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a center
Like Rockefeller you hit rock bottom when you enter

O.G.C.

we're back from the dead
Go
Now we burn the system, the system
Everything, everything is on fire
Check it, check it out check it out
Cool
cll you got

She expects me to remember
The little moments that she treasures
That were made in the center
Of some tear she helped pay for

I came home angry
Ate

won't admit it
Ya blind... Open ya eyes

Never on the edge or been borderline
I'm the greatest rapper dead or alive
I live the shit that y'all fantasize

switch up in end
Talk about that beef, the next day you friends
Diss me, I'ma let it be for like one week
Then I guarantee your whole career's dead
Oh my,

Shouts to the girls who gave me the
Broken heart left me for dead
Told me keep stroking off now all they
Wanna do is eat my beef stroganoff
Lock the cell

days, they never lived
Up and down with no destination
I have no center anymore
On an upswing, got enough bling
I want to practice what I preach

But it's

for the dead
This one is for the singers
And players of instruments
This one is for the giving and
Those that use their heads
This one is for

a couple of days
He’s gon be thinkin he safe
Till i pull up to his placе
He gon be beggin for mеrcy
Dead unless he gimme bank notes
I might pull up in

Hey yo, I woke up, smell the death in the air
Weather was fair except for a red tint
The sky was looking dead with a glare
Through my iris and I

lackin at the
Plaza by the five below
Lookin at my bitch like she
Was posing for the center
Cutting niggas off I'm burning bridges
And I'm murking trolls

to smile tone of the Beast
Think you on roaming for peace
Gangsta made me a wrestling
Ass coming from Greece
Step to my booth, old center
Confess

and you're dead bitch
Ask the kingdom I wear the crown in this race
You can't hypnotize deez nuts to
Stay out of your face
I'm revving up the motor when

bandages cover my dead carcass
I just fucked your bitch I ain't sorry
Made a K off my last song
Throwaways are where it's at nowadays
Fuck you and your

(Hey)
Has gyal see me them a open leg (Hey)
Fake friend a pree buss him (Rrr heey)
Onuh gimi little way mek mi buss him head (See it deh)
Transport center

a circle Rent-a-center
Nightmare to your ten percent
Adrenaline adrenaline
Holy Ghost who need the smoke
We keep a stogy fuck the shit
Dot'cha dome Moroccan

a circle Rent-a-center
Nightmare to your ten percent
Adrenaline adrenaline
Holy Ghost who need the smoke
We keep a stogy fuck the shit
Dot'cha dome Moroccan

I, Am I
I, I, I, I
Am I just the punchline?
I, I, I, I
Am I, Am I
I, I, I, I
Am I just the punchline?

Y'all got jokes like Joaquin
Dead folks walking

A vessel to reveal a broken system
Surrounded by the souls of the dead
Rejoicing through a chant that I couldn't bring back
Brought to the center

stay for good
Pull the baddest on the planet, shit i think i could
With a fresh chop, wipin down the wet spots
In these dead stocks, talkin shit like Red

dead last
When you change the way
You look at things
The things you look at change
When you follow dreams
And chase your way
You will Find center stage

I'm cool
Go Vin Diesel in the Coupe
Oh that's your main bae? She let me go in her
From the I.E. really makin' bands off medical center
Still gettin'

me to a new abuse of being used
Everybody wants a piece now, y'all can rest in peace now
Your dead to me so peace out, remember your discrete doubt

your main bae? She let me go in her
From the I.E. really makin' bands off medical center
Still gettin' head on the highway like a real nigga
Still