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out like a fit bit when you unfit smell me like a musty armpit
Roll another blunt n im takin a hit
Mary Jane for life bitch I'll never quit 
Tightly

Cant stop the hands
Try and watch the hours pass
You by like you standing still
I smoke - I fuck - I kill these pop stars
Bitch - this suburban noize

I confuse you, but this ain't for virgin ears
Just like they say it ain't no way Virgin Mary had a kid without a man
Am I really pose to trust you

Grab you by the neck I love it when our lips meet
Linger on my breath it's bitter yet it's so sweet
When I'm with you I always feel warm inside

But I'm 23 with the world on a string
Getting paid for every word that I sing, I earned everything
Been working, and  now I'm paying rent with my

you like without even the simplest try
Okay may-be a little
I like to dab and fiddle with a nice instrumental
If you do too sing this with me let's get

a storm
I think and I get violent
It starts to kill me from inside
I only felt myself
I awoke and I saw myself without you

mi vida empezó a cambiar
no

to spend it, got me feelin’ complete, yeah
I’m elite without the E’s
What’s a strip without the lights?
What’s a strip without the tease?
What’s a pit

He a one trick pony like a field goal kicker
I don't feel those niggas said they're all fucking wack
Stressing a blessing by rapping with swag

without scar
The Rap Pharoah
Compared to him all of you be subs you be zero,
He brings heat hotter than lava from a volcano
A human tornado
People, hail

tires like I'm tryna get high
Moms talk to me like I'm Marty McFly
I can make 'em sing like Mary J. Blige
Little boy, you lookin' up to me like I'm 8'5"

to sing and rap,
Hip-hop is my political map,
Lyrical spats like Tourette’s, are cured by the complex words I express,
And I’ll mail that Express, or UPS,

Mike, Jim, and Dwight
So every damn night, I Rap, Roll, and write
Life handed me lemons so I could make Sprite
One more night I wanna be with you
Where I

pop some flame
Blow some Mary Jane's, taking flight like a plane
Dropping gems like I'm Johnny Dane
Got the game on lock, it's detained

It's a rap like

Now as my mind argues about what
I'm about to rap about
Hm, I guess the world thinks I'm tapping out
But I only just began
Got the ambition of a man

I define the G.O.A.T
Record 99 and 0
Blinded by the score
Not the time for smoke
Too high to hear your jokes
I am not your bro
Born and raised in

Rollin' through the city
And I'm rollin' rockin' beats
And we gettin' to the money
We ain't worried bout no freaks
And I mind my own business
Cause

This one is for my unborn
Yo! Yo! Come on
The pitter-patter of small feet
It's like they walking to the sound of these rap beats
My biggest blessing,

Collins he ain't got shit on me
If I can rap and sing to you
That's all that I ever need
You make me
Wanna book 1000 Airbnb's
So I can take you on a journey

born, got the bounce in my veins, I never smoked Mary Jane
I'll have to pass on the fakes, I'll put you back up in your place
People ask me to play but I

various blossoms 
"Awesome. Now then, what the fuck that got to do with me?" 
Idkg, I be wavy 
How we stay free? 
Being without a block on the seeing 
I was

I thank God that I made another 24 hours 
In the most vicious nasty hateful insane nation
That's ever existed with my wits without hatred without

Fucking up some commas while I'm blowing up a check
Couple shorties with me, traveled by the private jet
Means I flew them out from florida, got

can get the gist
Bitch, I don't ever miss, everything I drop guaranteed to hit
Don't ask me if I sing or rap, 'cause I'll bust down a whole dance
I do