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mercy
I heard from a birdy
I am too wordy and nerdy
She thirsty for bearded and burly
Can we be together again
Til death do us part til the end
I'm honest

before the storm followed by a little drizzle
Now I'm standing in the rain I just let the words trickle
Of course my shit's official
Laid out like old

the real integrity
ooh, I really gotta read it with the lettering
cause I'm completely exhausted by the editing
sands of time drop hands of a clock

Off the coast in a Yacht
In a coat when it's hot
Cause my life too cool
Pressed by the rocks
Like Ciroc or a Diamond tester
She ask me why I'm think

you with a 9 piece
I stay up all night ho
Fucking on a dime piece
I'm off on a slime spree
This sounds like a crime scene
Hope I don't indict me
Old

Don't say shit don't say shit
For those that don't know me Don't say shit don't say shit
KSB and I'm all about my pesos
As real as they come
Solid nigga

You broke and you offend…
Dead, run faster than a two-six jogger
Blow this up like I’m the Boston bomber
I plead the fifth, your honor
Cause baby I

in the sunset
I got this lyricist complex, I'm obsessed
Let mediocrity die, I'm choosing success
I chose Christ in the world where most men flex
Now

I'm from the old gang
If I'm smoking with my dogs we'll roll a whole eight
Until we feeling no pain off this propane
Only move that I'm seeing is

it's game time 
This one for the killers with triggers that aim nines
cttract like the magnet and Grab the ratchet
Dig em up from they graves, and then

Fuck Them Niggas let’s run up The Chos

(Verse 1)
Fuck these Hoes I’m getting me some Cash 
Rock N Roll this 40 gone Blast
Pistol blow & you know that’s

a nigga happy 

New girls when you see us 

Champagne when you see us 

Niggas only bring the beef when deep inside they wanna be us 


For this dream I

We in a race with the unknown
Walkin’ on these streets with no lights on
We’re tryin’ to navigate how to get home
Ready for the day when we can rest

hands[00:36.73]Don't seek therapy but I can help my offer still stands[00:39.58]Looking for the exit take its route you better get out[00:42.49]How you will escape by

A 16-year-old girl was shot in the head
One time for my mama
Two times for you
One time for my mama

Two times for you
Yeah, how does it feel to be

spirit
But it's alright

Uh
Yeah

I didn't have time for the shit that you had said
So many times that I had toss up in my bed

This been all me
Baby you

Of this harsh form of flattery
They marksmen
And hits hard like assault and battery
Imagine me matter of fact scratch that actually
Had jealous niggas cross

you know I'm a perfectionist and shit
I used to flow like palsy
Now I sound like Vivaldi
About to flay my old self when this drops like Bobby

In this world, gray by design
Distress cluster is it's kind
But I know, Promised Land is
Waiting for us with all kindness

Save them all — my holy

behind mentions
I found out they praying for my downfall, 'least I'm in they scripture
But they never say it to my face stop all this chirp on Twitter

individuality 
and my belief in personal freedom, 
i have a special box for everything, 
at night you can see my halo for a mile, 
after this i think i'm gonna

this girl to Venice
Walking, trying to know her
But I'm smelling chemicals for sure
The maintenance man was riding around campus near her dorm

Berkeley, California, welcome back!
Let's get it, Lil B!
Most people are divided up
You know, just had to do this for the
For the people and the love

askin' for mo' bottles
Ménage et plus one, I’m fuckin' fo' models
Wordplay that elevates minds like Aristotle
Murci lago, whippin' through Chicago
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