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choppas for my enemies
I got them killers layin' in your grass
They all ready to kill for me
But I ain't gon' speak on what I did
I put that lil' boy

(Hitmaka) uh
(Bordeaux and Non Native)
We made it this far, shit (Haha)

It's some rockstar nights
Sleepin' on silk sheets
Said, "I'm not a killer

deep with killers
About million dollar figures (What, uh?)
Blessing niggas in Ac Legends and Vigors
(Uh, huh)
Cream lizards, cream Coogis, I do my duty

dealers
And cold hearted killers
Could it be it's in my blood
Cause my mom sold drugs?
She used to bust slugs and
Surround herself by thugs
Made mistakes by

you see blurred lights
You on your third strike

Talkin' to myself my homies call me crazy
Livin' by myself my mama say I'm lonely
Sleepin' by

even load it and cock it and put it in they brains
I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain
Kill yourself, I know killers that'll do it for some change

Last Dance

Master P

Street Life [Solar]

1998

at the age of three 

so don't ask me why i'm heartless son 

cause I was raised by some killers 

so i guess I gots to be one 

I'm down for whatever

Like a sick note, but it don't get bigger
I'm the realest, I'm a killer with the lyrics
Just look back at SBTV, and you'll see
Takin' the scene

Love Over and Over Again

Switch

The Best of Switch

1991

of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear

You'll momma wanna hear this
Here comes two hits
Why do I do this
Cuz I keep spitting like I'm in a heated bidding
Feeling Lamar, Sinatra, and Drake
That's

Just another day of 
Humming all by myself, yeah

Feels a little lonely
When the world's big and mine's
In my room

When will I go out
To the stages

lean by the case
If she not fucking that bitch gotta skate
Told her take care like I’m drake
OVO shit we got 40’s and drac’s (40s and Drac’s)
OVO shit we

Jabory, like Drake's Hotline Bling
Can't pull girls, unless he have a ear ring
Boy, boy 'ya still ugly, you ain't the king
With bling, he'll still be

of shit i could say 
I think i'll start it by talking bout lonnie
The way that they did the man just ain't ok 
I think my city is filled up with plenty

Pop smoke bitch when I drive off in the ghost
I just flipped the switch, feel like Drake with my woes
Riding dirty double sticks while I'm sippin'

history
A lot is mystery
Bitch, Jesus was a slave ship
Check who you call in on
Jesus was a slave ship
Hawkin and Drake, Drake? Captain of slave ships

history
A lot is mystery
B****, Jesus was a slave ship
Check who you call in on
Jesus was a slave ship
Hawkin and Drake, Drake? Captain of slave ships

how dare I 
Reference years four times throughout 
This album
Weird 
I'm still hung up on someone 
Who's been done 
Since Drake's more life went 
Number

admired, maybe I'd feel completed
He started playin' Lil Wayne, some Drake, then repeat it
Later that night, go on iTunes, search up some artists
Listen

tall 
Thompson pull his hamstring and he fade Drake auction Curry's lint on Ebay

Raptors Raptors Raptors
Secure the basket
Raptors Raptors Raptors

& it hasn't hit 80

Degrees, listen to me please
I string words together like a true mc
I want someone to roll with me
To Next weeks concert by Talib

they're vaginas 
Gettin' blasted by our finest
Weapons of mass destruction 
My lyrics mixed with his production 

KAMEHAMEHA 
Trevillain's comin' for you

plates
In the middle of the game, and I'm rapping like Drake
And my bars got a flame, and I got all the fame
And they got all the blame, you know I got

Drake Bell was in the episode of Zoey 101 I watched last night 
He played the spring fling party in exchange for 5000 dollars 
They had some trouble