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paper like a copier, I just stay golden
Or Im staying silver like dimes
Ten toes down thats me all the time
Dancing in the mirror going over my lines
If

Like, I'll get by
And I'll be fine. Right?
Fine. Keep hitting my line
You've been insecure and I can see it in your eyes
I'm fine
You ain't been alright

a whole through the side of your dojo
Nolan is beast if it's him it's a no no
Find me at the crib I say solo
Writing down my lines and practicing my solo

fucking face to shredded cheese
The name you love to hate
That you can't wait to see his death conceived
Undiscovered legend of expression
In this hectic

It's time to raise some hell, burn it down, yeah, let's ride the dragon,
If I were you right about now, well, I would start to panic
Heavy-handed,

What you know about the powers swervin through the underground
King pins pinnin dollar bills on they rival's crowns
Getting put down six feet deep

M through with standing in line just to get the iPhone 15 pro max
It's like the bottom of the twelfth and I’m down by ten runs, and I'm never gonna

in her mouth, boy, I know you taste it
I ain't nothin' like Kodak, finna call my Haitians
You clutch your shit when I walk by, bitch, I know you racist

no games
You seeing one but we in line man
Side by side man
I know they came from the coast of Sierra Leone
Ready to kill the curse from generations
So

knew me, but they still misunderstood Had to get it from the heart, yeah, out the muscle
People hold me down, cause them n****s don't tussle
Young n***a

is me or mine
I cant trust no soul the ones i kept too close they crossed the line
I fuck up a sack like nigga let's get to the cheese
I put it in my

the gas

Nigga playin' around me with that switch on his ass
Both down tryna enter the maze
Nigga play with C2 and I'm bustin' his ass
Lil' mama real bad

and seize
Got claymore mines and AR-15s
Sent down here by God, so I guess Randy Hercules
I can't take no Percocet, cause it take hold of me
I'm tryna hit

smoke, it got me poppin' the shit
Now you bitches think you did me, hit up my line
Yeah, mm, yeah

Y'all love me, some bitches never hit it up
I'm a fuck,

be zooming lanes
Crew's gold chains, about a thousand apiece
Shine never cease, to all my hustlers
Get it any way you can and make the cheese, uh
Yo

thangs
With the chick givin' pranks, and this on the bang
Loads, gettin' loads of loads, when y'all get it by the slice
Y'all been hustlin' for days, most

And this is Music To Be Murdered By

I'm going insane, might cause another madness.
I'm riding through Maine,  all I'm seeing is blackness
Rainbow

out the cheese
We gettin' bread by any means, you keep the braggin' rights
Underneath a cop light is where I spent some of my darkest nights
Now I

I'm just tryna to make it
Just writing these lines
As I'm telling these lies
Telling everyone chill ya I feel alright
Telling me I'm uptight
Telling me

around without a reason
Finding balance from the bounds of what I be in

Lace the ganja with a line and then I breathe in
Still fuck with grabba I don't

get it on my own
when I was down bad on my dick lonely had to get it up
Really Had to chase this cheese, had to chase the fetty bucks
Shawty on my line

Balls deep inna da flatbush extension
We was born again inside a Jacob Lawrence painting
North of the Mason Dixon Line
Who are the natives?
The ones

on a play just so you can spend tha night
Never listen to broke bitch im steady on that grind
Servin feinds , movin bows , never servin by
the dime
Keep

see the view, so many down
Know when it's bad, had a few
If you caught me on the wrong day
Won't like it but I'm gonna say
I probably rage against