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you need you a hero
But sorry
I showed em the tape

Thought you was slicka then grease
Shit

Got you picking up pieces

I'm kicking you out
For treason

Press play roll a j 
I'm in enlightened by the Buddha 
I don't fuck with no Judas
Play my mother fucken roll like Cuba 
Grab a jacked I'm just getting

really not with it
Doing up track with my bros and my Jiggas
Yeah, that girl torn my heart into pieces
I ain't talking about Reece's
You can catch me

a producer, so he loaded with the drums
I used to be starving, I was picking up the crumbs
Now I spend a couple bags, got cookies in my lungs
Copped a new 'Rari

I die before by heart breaks
Boy you not great
You only got fame
I give 'em every single piece of me, you all take
Oh you is all brave?
You what we

Girl we used to talk, a little chit chat
(Brrring)
Yea I kinda miss you what I'm getting at
(Brrring)
And she still not picking up
I dump her like

picking up your girl goddamn you ain't got no choice
How you want the grand prize, but you low on coins
Keep a small circle, sorry that you cannot join

Ay these days I be rolling with the piece sign on the road
So if you try to come at me then I guess you didn't know
I guess you didn't know lad
I

I don't get, and it's how they will deal
With the next hundred years' worth of deaths all at once
Our decaying corpses will pile up high
And be left

I'm just laying here picking up the pieces
Just to feel so let down, just an ex now
I'm a fuck up, and it's fucked up
How you left with no sound

Taking it back, I know I'm something
Even though I'm on my own
Looking up facts to keep me stable
Tell me I can go alone 

Picking a story, it's

yo hand like you picking it up

Aim bot drako gone lock onna n*gga
Pop out with sock onna glock onna n*gga
Knock on yo doe juss too knock onna n*gga

on a daily, and I ain't bumping this kind of rap on a daily, intoxicated
By the mainstream on a daily, so I ain't paying props to real rap on a daily
Or maybe

nobody's picking us up
‘cause where the hell are these guys?
But anyway, so let's go get the luggage
And we went down and, there was no luggage, there was no

The future is bleak when you don't know where you're from
Now moving forward
Open-hearted conversations
Healing in so many spaces
Breaking down and picking up

was understood we were following him through the hood
He snatched up the rock. On our way to shoot hoops
Little did we know today, he wouldn't be

Start from the ground, built this shit up like a Mexican
I was twelve years old, drinkin' like a Mexican
Me no hablo English, so I am Mexican

Cuttin'

3
no dont do that no

No dont do that
They dont deserve that
look at em they couldnt handle it they nerves 'll collapse
drag em up sip em up skinny

the sate, toe to toe with the maniac who took my fucking mate, j was tripping off them pills like every fucking day, I tried talk to my man's like every

our words immortal flowers
We all rolling up, blunts by the quarter hour
Who really rap like me, come on let’s skip the faking
I notice you be tryna

Look
It's Lil Mont
Look
It's the man of the hour I be spittin' off the dome
Pen and piece of paper I be all up in my zone
Mobbin' on my lonely I feel

turn him up"
You on that "I never heard him don't turn him up"
That was a CD, eject it and burn it up
Cut on dat J cause he gonna come with it
That boy

Like I Got A Gun

Colette Carr

Skitszo Collection

2013

Like I got a gun
Keep it coming, keep it coming
I got cases by the dozen
Picking up ideas, like the brain's in the oven
With the recipe, whoop,

put it down different when I lay you on your back
Close your eyes, one more time, and imagine the crash
I've been picking up the pieces from