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(Never)
Bust 'em, blood cover his body like a onesie
(Hah) tryna take my food
I'ma shoot you in your stomach
He ain't got nothin' to lose
He feel like jail

blood so

If he's talkin' like he's hard
Don't believe him, pull his card
Tell him yeah, yeah, yeah
If you've really had enough
That's OK, call his bluff

independent co-pimpen in my
Blood that’s how I’m livin’
Now everyday is a weekend so
Every day is freedom
Thank you for putting me here, to
All ya haters kiss

What news do you carry, zephyr?
Of my young lover, who’s drunk and merry. How is he?
If this wonderful man decides to spill my blood, My heart, why

impressing Gods
(Not at all)
Splitting bread and double edging swords
I'm on my bully, push and pull
It didn't get me fully
Tiger blood and got the cauldron

Yeah, I feel I've been doing
This for a lifetime
But y'all still don't know my name
But you gon' learn today

It all started back in 1994 boy
A young

music, nah'mean
My man Charon Don, yeah, JuJu Mob

Yo, it's the velvet caine killer
I spark cooler
It's Young Dula - gold palace
Like a Baghdad ruler

wanna text more (Ah)
Beggin' me to hit it raw when I bone (Ah)
She's better off tryna get blood out of stone
(Ha)
Lucky if I let her give me throat

that he got me
I be grinding for mine every nickel and dime
City sitting on mah shoulders how
To make myself a boss
All it took was some time
Lots blood

I drove you South through the landscape that you love, all those medieval towns with the cobbled stones washed by the blood of the martyrs in

I was in the whip alone, on my mobile phone
Tryna figure out the play while the night was young
Reclinin' on butter pecan leather seats
Same color

York City sur Hudson

Monsieur Lester Young
Si une bombe atomique tombait sur New York (New York City)
Que feriez-vous? (New York City)
J'briserais

climb a thousand stairs
Sometimes I dream to travel back to times when I was young
So I could enter high school with a gun and shoot down everyone

Your

ex bro che cucina, in dritto dalla sera prima
Young Vets, sempre sopra al blocco in jeans & Black Cat
Rapper Noyz, torno per fumarmi voi toys

Il

when I spit rounds
You heard that term before, yeah, lay down or get down
Just put another opp blood on my Balenciagas
More money, more problems,

There's a fire in my heart, but I've got blood in my mouth
Tongue caged by my teeth, trying hard just to speak
But your shout has got me beat and I'm

Losing My Blues (feat. Olve Abbath Eikemo, Frank The Baptist and Chris Holmes)

The night is young, blood runs hot
Dancing flames burn up the night

Tumultuous echoes climb from the dark
The young boy, armed since his birth
Child, you will become a hero
A breath of wind
He wears the sacred armour

Inside on the outside
Deaf, dumb, and toungue-tied
Oh hey there young man 
What's wrong with you now?
You're sitting silent
You don't make a sound

are frozen
Dead fingers squeeze rifles and knifes

My dead comrade
Lies a few hundred yards from me
Snow covered his new uniform
And his blood becomes

grandma lying in a ditch
Boy, oh boy

Dan dined on human flesh
And Daisy picked the remains
Jeff had a taste for Type O blood
And Maisy sucked on the veins

Pity the weak for they cannot see
The way it will be at their trial
For in fire and flame and a newborn's fresh blood
We will write the scripts

Crawling through the cracks, my fingernails are painted black
Load up on guns and kills your friends, we're living young and dying fast
Close the door

held in my classrooms
Still my name holds weight, homie I can't lose (woo)
Hotbox, drive away, young boys cryin' face (hey)
Kickin' on Heaven's door