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And I'm swerving out, I'm swerving out, I'm swervin out my lane
All my checks get wrote in cursive cause im certain that i made it
And my purpose is

even pissed
That's my cat, that's my bitch
She gon' ride, I'm gon' roll
We gon' slide, she love these golds
Nigga you fried, won't sell my soul
Y'all in

Sweared y'all never fold
Even though what's in the past
Y'all hearts both turning cold
And while he or she living fast
You're the one who's jaded slow

bitches
And I know you missing
How my love is twisted
I'm gonna keep on searching for you
Say you wanna shop
But all you want is that Vuitton
16 Flights but

but it is what it is and it is what I wrote 
I hope she don’t hear this song cuz she hid my drugs when I was on road 
I’m on a boat with all of theses

Christ and the pale queens

I am without origin and from whom every beginning comes forth
I am the ancient of days to declare that i am a day by

open for my riders
And hope for a source of income while saucing
I'm a designer (I'm a designer, nigga!)
And that desire, pushed me through all the fire

stupid
I wrote the rhymes
And I produce
I did the mix
Also the tracking
I got the juice
How can I be mad when that's the shit they never see
Hard work

surf it
Slimy hoes and they movin like a serpent
Going all out can't turn back, Cuban by myself and I burn that
Met a blonde hoe she more sad, smokin

down river resident
The one who got wrote off as a peasant is here and relevant
Some tell me that my age don't match the way I rap
While I appreciate

Jetsabel Removes the Undesirables

Bright Eyes

Fevers and Mirrors [Japan]

2000

that remain

So I examine these maps with my eyes
And at best, I can trace with my finger all the way
To that town where she went an attempt to forget

with no make up you's a certified ten 
Take you out to Tokyo have you spending all that yin 
I got friends in London we can take it over there 
Pull up

I Won't Be Home No More

Hank Williams, Jr.

Lonesome Blues

1992

to miss the boat
So don't take off your hat and coat
Be on your way, that's all she wrote
'Cause I won't be home no more

I stood around a month or two

The Race Is On

Waylon Jennings

Don't Think Twice

1970

shake.

You might say I was taking it hard
Oh, she wrote me off with a call
But don't you wager that I'll hide the sorrow
When I may break right down

And continually
Steady banging, radically
Them pretty ladies all over me
Write me your petitions
And if you wan fi sit by me
You got ma attention
Yuh onion booty

coming na
If it ain't about the Money na? Money na
Then you won’t see me coming na, coming na
And baby yeah the streets be calling, she mad at me 
I think

dance
On Prom Night
All night, all right.
Prom Night
All night, all right.
He could save her when she's on her own
Time is taunting while he's waiting by

you from deep in the slums
Only way you make it out is by the barrel of a gun
All I wanna do is rap go to a different place and have some fun
But lately

gangster make you crumble up, like a candy wrapper
That nigga MTG, he was something then I came after
Im fucking Exceed, nigga, passing up all of you

a planet of all that stick up
And blinded still by the thought that the rich could only get richer
And for the poor, it only worsens
Had a nigga feeling

tired
I rep the realness and it will never be retired

Every time I give you more, you take, strigoi
Horse and carriage ain’t enough, oh boy
All man blood

L.A. monster, L.A (yeah)
L.A. monster, L.A
L.A. monster, L.A (yeah)
L.A. monster, L.A (that's right)

L.A. monster, L.A
Jesus, save all my people

Type of smile make all the girls
Go all wild
Make 'em smile 'til they realize that they can't be with me
But your the exception
I want you to be with me

game's something to respect
Operator, she gotta know that she gon needa grab herself
Cause she gon try to get rid of me a couple times tryna stab herself