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blunt while I light mine
Back black lives to get white wine, just know they'll never care about you at the right time
But they will cower

Mama told me never trust on a bitch, all that shit that she talkin' bout, she on your bad
Side
I'm just like a crook, but I woke up the bad guy,

speaking tongues sounding so vague
My reputation proceeds me
Gave her an alias she knew it's fake
Said she a demon to a silver tongued devil
Rookie mistake

lose focus
If that fire has to spark
Cuz feel our words are hopeless
Laid upon his coffin
(Nigga)
Wear all blacc a dozen all white roses
Gang banging

want your heart to beat 
I'm sure Bieber could spill some tea 
Y'all dated at 19, but met when she was only at 14
So how's Justin feeling knowing she was

makes the blade holy"
That's what the dame told me as she scraped slowly across my spine
I thought the tightest grip might've slipped but she's drawn

rearrange and make it right
Just because I'm white doesn't mean we're not a like
You can't judge by my cover if you don't know what's inside
That's why I'm

feel is one way, I'ma cut 'em
I know my soul so fuckin' pure that it'll never be another
Been snaked by hoes and blood the same, tell me is you gon' be

by my side
I ain't even scared to die
Dead inside and she got me fucked up for the last time
Best part of life is when I'm with you, afraid now that I

interpreted condescendingly
I mean, what is the point of Chapter 9 institutions?
If what they write and producing is undermined and illusive?
Thuli, she just

I.T. but look at me
In my eyes a woman is way stronger than me
She was given the greatest ability to bring life in this world
A man couldn't handle that

live I think I need rehab
I shine in the dark, trying to be a great white shark in this sea of crabs
But having a king like a beard with my hair tied

just a new boy
Name an artist who can sing and rap like me, boy
Artist and producer, man, I do this by myself, boy
All these fake rappers, they be decoys

I made a beat that was called "Misty Cold"
2000 white labels sold
(Yesterday, yesterday)
I had a good thing going
She had more heart than Owen
I

to be grateful for all that you have? 
Imagine if In a flash it was all gone! 
Step by step I’m tryna figure shit out 
Really I’m just chillin cozy

day we been going live
But now it’s 4am and I need you by my side
And the champagne cold
But she know that pussy fire
And it always give me life
But I

me
By my poetry writing bars Without profanity
It's catchy bending ways that's Flexibility
I ain't dead just so I flex in my Ability
I E S stressing my

jeans
Pull on a white V-neck with the horse and rider
Go back to the girl in my bed and sit beside her
Hey pretty girl I hate to wake you from your

Torpedo by the Verrazano 
Message hit my phone
Read, Rob-O, hit my line
Gotti, said, come thru the spot
Got some fire for you to try
Ha
Say no more, my guy

she blame
Know yourself
Know your place

I've had way too many nights
I ain't lived too many days
Now this shit is black and white
And we sittin' in

for the title and throne of
Fire bars, sharp beats, and while this pick is popping
I guess it's back to the boards like I'm Dennis Rodman
Yea I'm high

pine for peak form
But heaven's messages sent been dense like CBOR
So I get up and shower, sour from all the hours
Devoured by a job that robs my vital

Mother Amerikkka

Fashawn

Manna

2017

on a picket sign
A nation on fire while money's the messiah
Even treat they own presidents like pariahs
Wish it was simply black and white, no Mariah
In

matter how bad you get me I'm getting back in the worst way
Nothing to remember you by just another stain

I am not like these other white rappers bitch I