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el pecho sin razón
Y quedó claro que ya puse mi hígado, míralo, eh
¿Quién tiene en la capi este funk?
Arquero y Seba jones, pa' que lo sepas vos, 'taba

everything is empty when I feel like this dude
See I'm floating, I'm existing, I don't feel like I'm alive
So I do a lot of nothing just to try and pass

barely grown
By 25 I'll take the crown
And sit up on the throne
Couple grammys take em home

Put Unable out and they all went crazy for it
Now I'm gaining

on the street, by the cracked concrete, right there in front of the cops
So we start with a little funk then play a little punk then go into a little reggae 
We're

flames 
When i raid these streets
You tried to shine da lime light 
Just so i can't see
But i ain't blind to da facts 
Nah that ain't me 

MATEO LAWS bitch

get crunk and bring da funk 
Then leave you in a trunk 

See if she beg for what she want 
Just know she sure to get it 
My pretty princess know

one) 
If you don't what ghetto style means by now
I guess we just gone have to break it down for you
Rock the beat
Break it down (Break it down)
Right

Imma WHOOP yo ass!

Kayla, go get that ball for him 
I love 'em 
By the end, there's gon' be arguments
And that's just how it goes 
You know it's a good time 

Burner on my waist
Don't funk with me
I'm down to catch a case
Already got 2 felonies
Ain't Worried about no police
You ain't even knowin
I go hard in

feeling the vibe

We like to, we like to jam
We got the funk
We like to keep our demands
Living with ten toes down
We got the pump
We like to keep our gas

Had to come back with the funk flow 
Be busting rhymes like I 
Tote around a .44 
Like my beats knocking 
Like a witness at ya front door 
Kinda

sometimes shy
But she can tell you why I'm aight!
From Harlem to B-town
From Foodtown to C-town
I dress up my pronouns
By layin' the funk down
You crunk on my

for me
Your kinda girl hard to come by
I cut cap for my queen
Everything so amazing
Since you let me be your baby
What more can i be needing
I once was

the bus
If they ain't wit the shit, then don't fake the funk

Right away
Right away, Right away
Right away
Throw the whole squad away
If I can't crawl with

this in my sleep 
So you can travel through my dreams
Stepped into cerebro
Let the 8th-light lead
Shine so bright
Can't see no evil
Runnin far away
Like

I'm a keep this shit simple... 

I'm 1 of 1
I'm Sumner's son
I studied Pun
I run thru funds
Live by the rules 
Of old school dudes
Who made moves 
In

your love

Summertime fly im cruising by in a I8
Puffing on this medicine thats healing my mindstate
Know you said you waiting on me baby but why wait

of something
But i ain't scared of none of you fuckers i want the funk
If you was a friend of mine bitch you not now
Thought you finna ride with us you better

legends, tech n9ne and Hopsin,
Shit all of strange music and them dudes from funk volume

And at least 10,000 others that i forgot to mention,
Some how Royce

Been so stressed need a chunk of the res
Feel like
A skunk in my chest, smell the funk in my breath
That co pack, I don't fuck with the bunk from

was the last time she'd see those guys
But then came the letter and she was so surprised
It said no 8s allowed
No 8s allowed
Only 7s or lower, they'd

slowly losin my mind

I rap solely for the sake of my soul you see 

Mold styles roll up then I leave no trace just a peace 

Sign of the times 

Sip

one
I'll be on the other side
Collecting mines one by one
Every dollar counts
It makes cents for real
I'm looking at my bank account
And it don't give

hope that it'll get better but Nat Two goes ghost
It stings to see but I'm finally happy
I'm with Nat One I can finally be sappy
At long last love it was