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Iy Yi Yi

Bobbi Bosselina

Skin Deep

1999

miss bitch
That's what i gotta be, my soldiers full on side of me
Oh they ain't scared to ride for me
All my niggas will die for me

I place these

and at least if I die unlike drugs I’m prestiging 

That never did happen I’m here and I’m breathing, but barely rehabbing relapsing retreating, then habits

that bind will have me confined
For matters of the heart, I'm beat, flatlined
No life that I know of gave consent to be born
Does it surprise you that I

guys, that's all my time
The beat's been bodied the beat's resigned
What do I say in these last lines?
Know yourself, it will be fine
Just trust

had uh pop
Just my momma and the block
We grew up hating the cops
I heard you selling re rock
Im pitching that butter scotch
Half uh onion in her

are all counterfeit
Are you a Montagu or Capulet
'Cause at the end it doesn't matter, this mount I'll use, your cap will split
It's evident that I'm

ready to die it's no biggie
Yes I rep YESHUA, the CHRIST best not test 
Unless that pen shoot when it write (Blaow!)
You in a fight, you finna lose in

Four or five minutes
To show why I fit in with a motive that is sitting with the flow I'm ripping
A suicide mission
For you cause I will not die
Don't

me cuz you might jus die
How many times will I let it slide
Sometimes I aint got no mind
If you try the guys Ima wanna spaz
Don't tell me chill tell

hands but letting
Me live is not in your plans My forefathers
Were Kings that's who they were we not
Talking bout names so why you want
Beat me like

We're standing waste deep in shit creek
With a rap geek and a sick freak
With a beat maker that'll eat fakers like mince meat
Since [?] was on screen

believe that ıt gives no right to tell a tale
the one ,who shut their mouths,knows that they can not beat the rap
can not be fold all the time like

Uh-huh, Yes, sir ski (Brrttt)
Know, what the fuck going on (Duhh)
I ain't say that shit in a minute on bro
Aye never..Yes, sir

Uh-uh..NBF

either shot for straight As or shot a deep three
While real Gs pushed Lana Del Rey and G-Eazy
They pushed keys, not the keys that's pushed by Stevie

the wheels pop with no hubcaps, it ain’t bag talk then I dub that, keep the Tommy with me like a rugrat, yeah, money don’t maketh the man, man maketh

it 
Pray that the Most High will just balance and carry us
Ride on this beat like this shit was a chariot 
Time is too precious you better just cherish

pop it off
Your manna will fly into the sky like EasyJet
Cause I'm back in my zone again, it's mental
Listening to the same instrumental
Staying up so

to the top, ain't no way Ima stop so make sure that you videotaping this
They can't breathe, I'm knocking 'em out one by one, it's a breeze
Make 'em drop

Yeah, should I pull down my trousers
And throw up gang signs or
Perform to a crowd that's got
Their hands high? Sure
We're diamonds in the dirt by

I might be better
But get ignored like I'm natural medicine
That could affect synthetic pharmaceutical sales
Pop rappers next me
In comparison fail

i thats what i keep asking myself as the years go by — and will i ever know nobody knows 

But this is my effort — and let it go to show 

That

lookin on internet for all the potions
Devoted to makin this work
Put in the work
Success will come after
Dependent on no one
That shit dosen't matter
I

alot
Im gettin' to the money Im just trynna make my city pop
I know a couple niggas that'll come and make your problems stop
I ain't thuggin' but I got

the head
Right through my pillow right through my bed
Russian roulette with one in the mag
All by myself man that's a drag
With a bottle to share with my