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slapper
Going by the book but skipped a few chapters
I'm finna go to sleep
I'm a napper
Heard one song
Now I'm ya favorite rapper
Ion want no roses nigga

heartbeat Im retreating I'm not good a fighter
I wanna tell you all these words I'm a great writer
You see only the friendly side but I'm the town crier

Boy

3 little niggas walked in to the store
1 walked out got approached by a hoe
Took his wallet pull out the knife and cut on his throat
This ain't

phones
On that business where I stand Underground, where you gon' go
Got used to coppin', by the load I used to cop it as I go

These niggas pussy and I

ain't tryin

Burque records, boy, I do this shit for New Mex
And you can tell by the work, nigga, who's best
Got my shooters at the shows holdin' two

Shocka!
I'm on my toxic shit
Posted live on the gram to let'em know I'm poppin' shit
Do whatever you was doin' before, bro I ain't stoppin' shit
Stop all

This is what happen
When niggas wake up a dragon
This was never a joke but i remeber you laughin 
Now a bunch of em askin..
 Yo What up doe? 
Can I

back on a loop these new vices meeting up with old life
I sorted em out like varieties of spices
I'm acting out trying to maintain a mentally Fractured

then they don't bite

I'd send him overseas
Go show them what they lost
And what it cost to drop the top boy of his league my g

Don't let 'em tell you

run up and I
Hit em' with this green light

When I wake up, no waiting
And I pull up with this bitch and I'm faded
And you just a pussy-ass boy, and you

be by that shit, knowing damn well you ain't flipping no bricks. Bout to get cha mammy door kicked in lil bih.

Hunnid sum niggas with cha but cha

know I ain't stupid
Can't give em' much cause you know they gone use you
Give them the recipe, they want the food
You tell them no, they feel offended

a little taste and the smell of it,
But the elements don't commune with bafoons,
We can tell if it's a groove or a ruse
Folk pretend to hold me down,
Deep

Look in my eyes and tell me what you see Juvenile, 17, focused on a dream
And I rap songs about my brothers that ain't here, they all deceased
Rest

your love
And I know you like bad boys. One of them I never was
Still, we becoming us I never stopped thinking of
Like a hopeless romantic never giving

in the worst of weather
I encourage fellas, to deal with pain by focusing but never on vendettas
Don't be the type to never work but then expect

was out in the hills with a Glock 23
Looking out over trees when I heard the shit
That boy dissed on the net and I said, that's a bet
Sent six through

like Kendal
And her ego so big it be mental
Its inflated like mfing dental
She playing me like accidental
And she tell me she off of her menstrual
Sky

don't kiss and tell
These is pennies for my thoughts need to wish em well
Them thirst traps are a devil that's a crazy ploy
All she want is pebbles ask me

on the drink, got me sipping on the Don
No Espanol, but I still the Espoloń, tell em free Twan, gotta do a rerun, I got too bad bitches butt naked in the sun
I'm

the distance
He can hear the tires a squealing

The words we tell each other
They're the ones we want to hear
Times you throw 'em out, they come right back
Just

it up or thats like givin' up my goal
They used to tell me that my dream was like a fairytale n' all
So I had to prove em wrong, cut them people that

my heart in a freezer
See ghosts from my past like my name Ebeneezer
Tell by my demeanor I can't love no bitch
They know I ain't shit, still treat me

to a Summer day
You don't mess with lil boys tell em give you space (no, no)
They can't comprehend your beauty in a rat race
You my 90s type of vibe my lil Nia