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niggas start plotting
That’s the best time to say horary 
Man
What y’all niggas want 
Y’all are some cunt 
Y’all will get cut
By my girl Kurome 
And her

eat a nigga at the same time
Puff the blunt at the same time, bunch a thots that's the best kind
Cheesin' on em like a stunner, all my niggas pushing

the beat up
Im always telling biddy just relax and put your feet up
I swear to god my cats is moving weight it’s like a cheetah
I know that I protect

hit
Russian roulette any time that I eat
Only thing I can taste is sick
I thought by now I'd adjust
Mirror mirror, filled with disgust
Eroding myself

it's harder than it seems, but to be able to finally breathe, and that energy weighing down will now be buried and beneath, and the only way to dream is

you will surely die
I got a smoke that can slow a silence, better bring detections or be in suspense
I'm the god of gods here, you can't truly win, my

that gotta do with subliminal shots
Fuck you thought, learn on the levels you been taught
Get a steady understandin that you won't beat the boss
Jakey

to change me
How could you blame me?
For tryna to stay me?
We got Chocvillah on the beat
Y'all get crushed by eight feet
You niggas crazy?
I'm givin' that ass

Pop a little ecstasy, I'm a Power Ranger
Dive in the pussy, Kowabanga
She got good pussy, can tell by her fingers
I'ma take that lil' bitch out

To the ceiling
Ends justify the means
Never my dreams
Respect will be earned
Never sold or redeemed
Huh
Never fall victim
To the swords that I swing at my chest

to the curb
B2K bitch you will get served
By a hip hop junkie bitch I'm way too funky
Lyrical mastermind
I'ma marketing genius
That's long dick shit
So they

to the curb
B2K bitch you will get served
By a hip hop junkie bitch I'm way too funky
Lyrical mastermind
I'ma marketing genius
That's long dick shit
So they

to my eyes
I ain't been the same nigga since
There go my innocence streets took that
On these beats ima' beast ima' eat thats facts
Hats off to any nigga

have and I need it
Imma think about the music til' I die (Yeah)
That's a dream that I have and I will fly
But I got problems (Yeah)
Too much of them,

like I'm here
They made me psycho like Sid, my
Mic presence is so vicious
They tell a story that they beat me, then you know that's fictitious
We sharks

backing down
We're pressing thru the pain
To release the negatives
Way down the drain
I ain't arrogant and will never flex on a track
My ego ain't that big,

that money
Never been a dummy, know if I don’t get it, they’ll snatch it up from me
(Come find me, bruh)
I can close my eyes when I die
Insomnia to me is

frightful state
Of survival mode, can't find a place
To call my home. Will I go broke?
Live on the roads inside a car that
Survived so far but might fall

walking around with your salary,
36 on any beat assault and battery,
I prolly fuck on her friend that's why she mad at me,
I went from being broke to up off

niggas die by me

Touch me bitch and you will see
Clips kick like it's UFC

Don't write these words they come to me
My bitch bad don't need no weave
Hit

Moski - It's the motherfuckin' states! Where the streets filled with rocks. And you just might get shot. Probably by a cop. Lucky if you got a spot.

War

Magic

White Eyes

2003

This organization was built on me
What I put together, that no man come in between
I am the foundation, and I will weather the storm

You don't

nigga sitting right where the cops were
By gods grace I will prosper
Maybe underground im honestly over it
You niggas soft im as cold as the polar get
Im

misunderstand

Other artist say
Go die for me
Join the clan

Bet some artist
Wouldn't bail
For a single fan

I'm different, wild
Will to fight
Protest, sit-in