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health
See em hating got it on my belt
These boys just to much
These niggas they be acting extra
These hoes they be too sneaky
These hoes they be too

Lazy river what I'm movin' on
I told my past life that I'm really movin' on
I tried to tell 'em back then I'ma big fish
Small tank, gotta grow

eye tramp stamped,
 
I got the streets in me, but I'm not in the streets,
Run up against the team, end up eating cleats,
You can tell by my features,

Easy to put off notes in thugs harmony
Speak to his insecurity, acting so irresponsibly
And it's further impacted by the fact that you respond to me

define,
The old us, I know ya ex gave you no love,
Know you wanna leave em' tell me what's the hol' up,
Know you got a lot on ya hands,
You don't really

I'm here to do the impossible so its impossible to stop the mission
I just cruise by the opposition
Bring that action the big boy get outcasted
I'm

Tell me get to know me I like how you move

If I barge in
Tryna make nig*as yellow like Marge em 
Simpson Oj out from the charges
Now I'm juiced up

pretending
You gotta write your own story from the start
Let's tell 'em all what you feel in your heart
Yeah I know you see me when I pass by
So I don't take

or 20 years
Look into that crystal ball
Open up that heart of cards
Want a palace, want it all
Lifestyle, C-Zar
So she took me by the hand
And she lead me

Every rappers souls
Got different flows 
And different calibers
Inventory glorified 
By pens that's my excalibur 

Fuck everything you've been coming with

Tell me how your day was
Did you do what you wanted
Were the obstacles too hard
Did finish what you started
Did you follow your heart
Or keep it

neglect to be a witness by being stuck in my ways
Wait
I told myself that I would never rap
Cause rap is way out of form, and I am phobic of becoming wack

knowledge is subliminal
Survival of the fittest boy don't let the city finish you
Losing your peripheral, its hard to see the bigger view
Blinded by

getting overly stood
Breaking bread is an understatement overthrowers what will be in the book
This life ain't my own tell em bout Jesus till I come home

well
Top of the world
Yeah I'm cocky as hell
Got high hopes for the future
I bet you can tell by the smell
Stay with the team, you know
Rockin' some shit

Yeah, I heard he's from the S.W.A.T.S
Yeah, Atlanta
You can tell by his grill
Show me off at all the spots, and it don't matter
So fuck how you

this shit by any means, I take deuces!
The grind is callin' like Hello, I used to get it in Seattle
I can't trust these hoes, hell no!  My landlord wanna

together 


This love is deeper than ever 


Don't you ever try to come from no angle 

Know you ain't trynna talk to no angles 


Yahh.. (x6)


Tell em I

Verse 1
I'm coming in and I'm lookin so saucy yo girl want the digits better tell her get off me I'm tossing 
I'm bossing roller coaster frosting.

the barman keep em coming, alright?

I'm out there fighting demons
which gives purpose to my breathing

I see my horse, tired and trembling
being tied by

presence with these presents under tree
Give it a pound 
I'm bout to go make my rounds
Hit every Granny up
Tell em it's about to go down
Kids running around

thin
Buried that old dog Gideon 
By a crepe- myrtle bush in the back of the yard 
Daddy turned mean and her Momma leaned hard
Got in some trouble with

with the kid
When he merc everything that he flirts with
Worse it's a curse but he blessed from the birth every verse is hearse took em all to the church

Every time
My ego screams unchained
Reminds me I just can't accept failure
Oh you better listen me now boy
I've got a story to tell ya

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