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AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones

the darkest depths of hell I’m gonna say grace 

Like when I was in the Escalade with KXNG Crooked 

|Listening to mumble rap on |Shade45 

I said it cuz |he

you took so long?

By the end of the night 
You gonna be my wife 

We gonna have three kids 
Picket fence that’s white 

Okay, tell me what you want

Woke up chose violence
I been feeling violent
Boostin up the murder rate
Niggas getting silenced
All these tracks past
Violated by your highness

filed motions
On tour with cases open
Practice makes perfect
I am not hoping
Home of the Kings
This is not Oakland
I was a broke nigga
But I was not

I'm straight up spittin facts
Collabin with Olivia we gon be makin racks

Makin racks I see a track I see it attack
Like I said I see em fearin I'm

exotic I look like a Asian
Im having rings like Brady, beat up the beat like I'm Raiden 
Sonya, Lou Caine, & Jacks
Save by the bells they love me like Zach

I got the keys
Pull up, west side
Riding the vibe I'm so good with it
You got the eyes
Right by my side
Lil mamma so fine she so cute with it
She got

When I'm hoppin' on the beat, I'm getting ready for war
This your routine, I'm still a teen, but they gon' send me on tour
I keep it four, pockets

Ice Ice Baby

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

can sing Ice Ice Baby cuz I'm white white baby

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point

parked by the park
Look Jack Boi's lurking in the dark
I'm weighing up my ya dig on an iffy scale
Get it how you live type shit  uhh
Young Nigga get that

was fucked up with a fro with some dirty-ass nights
Wearing air khakis and a polo, I was one of them guys

Making niggas win a shot when y'all look

ain't got them big racks)

All these grit's and these graham crackers
On a Runnin' Rebel tour
Work white as a marshmallow
I can melt a s'more
No CPL, but

can be a star
When we all feel

Swam with the sharks no need for an OceanGate
Sippin OceanSpray by a pond where the lotus stay
Four feet away from

name 
Ain’t none of you fucking with my kitana and lyrics
I swing a sword like Jack and I’m owning your spirit
I got the Midas touch, yours is more

whores
Hopping out of cars with them butterfly doors
I fly in G Fours while on tour (Yeah)
Falling asleep in your favorite blondes coochie
Laying up in

here feels clear use it to get by with
The air I breathe how dare I be
More than you know so stare then leave
Fake ID don't wait for me
I read your dash

though
Fuckin A well let me buy you a beer and you can tell me all about it man
Shit I'm down with that, it's a long story though, check it out

As a child

Who Took Botu's Picture?

Pain

Full Speed Ahead

1999

silly by your drumstick bones
Bagpipe lungs monkeys from Djibouti & a white man's tongue
You've taken Botu's soul,
You've taken Botu's soul
Your evil

a single strife
City got a special way to make you feel like
You ain't jack by day, but you're Queen and King of the night
I guess thats why I keep an ace in

the time to sort 'em out
Now it's time you see what happens when I let the fake shit drown
Lit like a white kid playing Travis Scott
But also twisted in

hot or cold
Finish my narcotics and put my bitches on the road
First nigga try and jack, watch murder go kill them hoes
All white, no crack, how I get

I just can’t hold back, I just can’t relax
Backstage in El Dorado
Sitting with my fishing pole
In a dressing room consumed by
My gang of wishing souls

she wanna jack me, countin that cash
That shit gon' keep stackin', models be easy to crackin

Bring me the loot with all of the back ends
If you don't