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Missing link... can't sing but I get to think
Scribbling a written to the rhythm and I'm feeling like it's my kink
Chillin' like a villain with Attila

I don't fuck with niggas
I'm 300 they ask where I been at?
Bitch I been getting money

I said 300 niggas, 300 G's
Promoters can't stand us, we show up

smoke runts I smoke by the pound
If they bitch a dog take her back to the pound
You gon be fine you do better no help
I miss the bro gotta call him up
He

yo, I got some rhymes leakin' outta me 
So, I'm gonna kick some shit real slow, no maybe at a moderate pace
Erase ya face and you can't replace the way

made us violent, by dividing the races 
From the time it takes us to sort things out, to a thriving nation 
It will take us years upon years, and I don't

it
She love how I make it sing like Miley Cyrus 
I'm performing like its a sport 
We can turn the bedroom into a court 
Give them long strokes never

slam Kurt angle

8th grade with section 8 Rick was a loser
Now I do drive bys on electric scooter
Got more Tec on me than a damn computer
Tutor bitch

phlegmatic stable
Wanna walk in your shoes
To be able to understand
Tho i love our side by side
Hand in hand
Way of going about things
Stressed you out
With

on the plane
Ready to bake this shit 
Snake verse crane
Detrail me, hope I fell
I'm hot on your tail people
You can't be the light
I came to Earth first by

on the floor
They say a man can’t cry when he’s dying inside that’s a damn lie
I saw your new vid
Can I ask you for a favor yes ofcoz I can use it, it sounds

sweat till you can't sweat no more
And if you cry out, I'm gonna push it some more
Girl, I want to make you sweat, sweat till you can't sweat no more

It's Advanced disPlacement
While teachers test my patience
I'm on my way to graduation i make it
I'm Childish rap, write, sing so Childish
My mind's

Could've changed the course of the direction that we was headed
To my Moms I'm forever indebted. Know it was tough to raise me
Black child running wild young

an option until they
Pop me and they kill me
You gon' hear me in your thoughts while
I got a voice to sing
The icon of a dream like Martin Luther King
As long

I keep thinking that I’m done writing all these songs
But my brain never be sleeping, these are overnight thoughts
I can’t be letting them fade away,

Uh, but I'll get out of the house
Get on the road, top down, hands out
Put on my favorite song and nod to the rhythm
The planet's being destroyed by

I know of a magical place, down on Harcourt street
Well it's not far from Diceys, a short walk from Flannerys
Well it's the only place I know hopping

I fuck on your bitch when I want
Countin' the guap on a bean
Can't believe what I'm seeing
Bad ass lil bitch European
She love the way that I sing

can't die bout no b*tch 
N*ggas dissing me that shit be tipping and sh*t
He in traffic send shots Drac flipping that whip
and before it was rap I was

Disease, infection, over night I die slowly
Covered in corn stalks
Protected by the oak trees
Freeze, motherfuckers
Get your hands in the air, motherfuckers

where the fat 
Lady sings
And I bring 
Much love for my African queens
The true Mother Earths
That I worship, 'cause they give birth 
To the masters

By twisting up the best I'll probably let my top down
Stay vigilant
Cause anyone could come and
knock the block down
And cops foul
I gotta watch now
I

why I can't feel the same
You ain't ever felt this pain no
Not for almost anything no
So baby go and tell them how you're feelin'
Look them eye to eye

Ky Da Eye going crazy
I love the way you say my name baby
Ky Da Eye baby I pop out
Ain't rollin wit me you left out
Man I can't lie I been stressed