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to this
This the Puna Boy Anthem
Puna boy anthem
I pour to this, yea, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
I was born in the midwest
But still got hilo

to this
This the Puna Boy Anthem
Puna boy anthem
I pour to this, yea, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
I was born in the midwest
But still got hilo

to this
This the Puna Boy Anthem
Puna boy anthem
I pour to this, yea, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
I was born in the midwest
But still got hilo

Damn, all of my niggas Benz
I still need me a new Beamer
E30 stunt with my friends
Let it all work out I'm a flex
I ain't been in no body's gym
I live

Police officers with terrorists! They taking selfies
Lord help me
I'm a black man that's double Jeopardy
Black plus a man that's black ALL of that in white

Yes, 32 the album out right now
Love for the love fire in the Booth

Wrote this in the country
I was staring at horses
It's kinda nice to be still

to trap niggas
You in the trap with us, when the lines is as vivid
As the walls on the graph, autographed by the Lord of Wrath
I reside between

could scream, but I been covering my mouth
I wish this was a dream, and I would wake up in my house
But decisions have been made, and it is clear enough

ya’ll songs
But can’t none of my kin folk rap like this
Matter fact can’t nobody do it this slick
When you take an old clip and you remix the shit
By

perfect
They're welcome to come by to
Your house any time

So drive baby don't you park
This might just be the part when
You start to leave with the
Kiss

freezer
I'd rather live to be an old geezer
OE squeezer any times I need a stress easer
Like Ebeneezer Scrooge I'm rude
My battin' average is huge
Makin'

fathers dat take care dey their kids  
This fa my dawg behind da wall still doing a bid 
This fa da money on da books so my dawg can live 
cnd for wuteva

see if you try
So it all keeps going by
Feel so many ways
I guess that I'll cry
I'll cry
See as I kept on looking this shit became less funny
And got me

I'm about to reveal a lot on this
So, I hope y'all ready
Yee
This shit crazy

Growing up how I did
Every day bad
And you'on expect to grow old
So

no one to live up to
Keeping my chin up
Through all of these hiccups
To what end again
Through this pen I dispense myself
Fell in love seventeen years

I like you guys, man. A nice 8 o'clock show, huh? You guys left the house like, look, I want to go out. But I want to be in bed by 9.30, so I don't

legion of demons that stay plotting

This demon, the devil, Lord made to be
And now you can be a heathen
But a heathen ain't gon' make it in
You can be

year olds
I'm pretty sure that's rape
Took that thomas pack
Extracted it and threw it in my vape
This shit 60 nic
Not 50 nic
I'm still buzzed either way

he can hold that
i had a couple runners in the summer at my old gaff
an by the winter time i had a 100 in a whole stack
a money man i generate

turn it stick it dunk it
Pump it pump it

The men in the masks gather round the patient
Waiting in anticipation
The old surgeon says can you see this

Valentine On The Beat

Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Lah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah

When I was nine years old my parents told me
That I could be whatever I wanted

Whether we're old school, new school
It's still the same school
A generation goes on while another one comes through
It's the way that we live pass our

hand at this rap thing's messy
The Monkey got me in my cups
I know that things are looking up
No label but, I'm still the creator, still in control 
So

hoes man I get it niggas gay
I'll splash on your bitch from 11 like I'm clay
Seen a nigga in the whip we gon' catch em by the stop sign
We gon spray his