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all safe
'Cause they have a homie, a brother, someone to stand by
When I give feedback, I chase it with rhymes
If it's the only way I can speak clearly

that i shoot them shots for pay
MT that's my fuckin member, oi
Clip long like slender
Just got back from a 2 day bender
Now I'm out in the field like

What the fuck was that?
Pull up in the trap
Cock the pistol back
Dressed up in all black
Coming to get you back
Where the fucks my money at
I muscled

What you said was not a lie
You are so right, I have come to believe
I've seen myself through your eyes
I know now the crimes I've done
I thought

it out
But I'm gonna try to find my way back into your arms
To hold you close to remember what this is about
We'll find another day
We'll wash away

Play it fast
(Let's do it)
Play it hard
(By heart)
And rock 'n' roll will never die! 
Play it fast
(Let's do it)
Play it hard
(Right now)
And rock 'n'

gonna get thru it though don't even trip
Pressure what the fuck
I can give a fuck if you hate me
Your girlfriend play my song on the daily
I’m up late

for dinero
Our chances looking narrow
But now it’s quite mellow oh
But I’m still working towards the mansion though
Working towards the wraith, the i8

breast
My autograph on her back. When we having sex

Now flex your potential show what you about
You kicked your husband out the bed just to scream

back
He be getting too excited
Wanting me to sit on his lap
It be like oh no no no no
That's just how it go go go go goes
Now he won't leave me
Lone lone

is give it all to you.
And nobody else will ever do, the things you do. 
So you can get back on it,
done got your heart but, truth be told they can't

a house without a basement
I would write until I couldn't write no more and then erase it
And now it's like... all I write about is time I wasted
Back then

the type of shit
That made us all now 
And I don't know about you
But I'm feeling hella proud 

To wear shit like old school Nike
Or Fila sweaters
I don't

should be dictatin for them
To play some shit
‘Cause they dictatin what we play
Out here I sit back and I hear the radio
They like oh this is hot in

You can count on the “Neo Black”
He won’t let you suck
Don’t hold yourself back

I refuse to sit back and snooze
Being amused by the news
Yeah, it's

about that
Washing machine finna hit from the back
Now i'm pulling her tracks
Gone hear that
(Oh my god)
Cuz that shit fat
He on do not lack
And i'm not

her mans been stuck in prison for a while and being loved is in her blood, that's what I call a sell
She tells me all this information about herself

studied, Still, I got out
Don't know what I'm crying about
I couldn't play and so we fell out
I'm so frustrated!

I can feel these flames just burn me up

cause I'm about to Flex

Yeah

Now I'm up in the hills and I'm swerving
Don't fuck with these bitches these hoes that I'm curving
Out of love but for you

better
Everybody tells me what to do
They think they know best
Tell me you would never do that says a lot about the rest
But now I'm getting obsessed with

Wonder why these motherfuckers scared when I bust a rhyme

If you only knew the half of it
Life I was blessed with, cradled by the wrath of it
And now I'm

bothered by me on the low
Me and all my inner demons in the back were getting cozy
No one understood me, only had a couple homies
Me, myself, and I playing

about me, party in Clark County
We gonna get rowdy, skip and scratch, flip it back

Don't turn around, when the bodies hit the ground
Don't turn around,

leaving talkin' with a fuckin' lisp

I don't give a fuck about you pussies, I be arrogant
Cuz I'ma fucking god, and you fools is some fuckin' damn peasants