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spread by the white sun
And there's nothing better than the black moon
Tie up your hat, my son, made from raccoon
We will be kings
Nothing can change that

C.B; I've grown tail
And spun my whip
I had to bail, forget who quit
No more hell, I'm dealin' with (yeah)
My life's a constant cycle
Can I have my mic

N.E.P.A
Dodging our regular customers
Even bush rats will be proud of the swerve
We pulled on the fence till this day
I mean he wasn't the only, to survive

ain't got time to party like the rest can
I got tired of being poor like a sweat gland
Speak my mind, I ain't never been a yes man
Ya best friend always

the range like a scope
But can't even get a shot off
Even if you wanted to

Cause the gun was fake
And when you're not the one to save
In the

Fast money

How's it come to this?
They are now in charge
And they've killed everyone I knew and used to love
Nazis never went
Hitler got his way
People die if

Call me G*Natural, when I'm on the mic, it's the place to be, cause everytime I
Grab the mic, I gotta keep it 97 plus 3, so lemme get this
Off my

[Verse 1: Tom Niland]
Taking so much drugs, I lost my focus
No way out depression, need a Moses
Swimming in daydreams, surrounded by crocus
Swimming

should be no big surprise
That I just can't go to sleep
Love and faith in me is least deserved
She gives it free

Her rhythm calls me in a trance
I will

Time tells we know the reason
But you gotta let me know
Maybe this a lesson
But if that’s the case tell me why do I regret it
Why can't this be easier

don't know me name 
Dese days, everybody wanna scrutinize (don't they) 
Long story, man fuck it let me summarize 
You can always see the pussy in a nigga

Chorus
Now you dying to keep you from this pain/ Now you crying and to know that I’m to blame

Verse 1
I once knew this girl by the name of Maleeka/

got you by the strings
Let me call you out for who you are so you can kiss the ring
You don't want these problems that this game is gonna bring
So I

I won’t say I’m the best you know
I’ll try to stay professional
But if you disagree with me
Then you can suck my testicles
The test is full of yes

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I’m blowing up, now these bitches wanna know me 
Better. 
Better know I’m Coming for the glory
Letter
Letter to the people that be

life worthless?
What bring you coins? What bring you curses?
Homeless people got good hearts, and can't make a purchases
I know kills that never had

I learned when I was younger like
You can't put your expectations of me on me, I'm me, You feel me and that's
You not gon ever make me feel bad for

cookin' servin em up the recipe
With the best of me, can certainly be encompassed in a lifetime
I'm tryna be a millionaire with no lifelines
Nobody picking

I ain’t gotta shoot no more,
I can send em,
Sometimes I be missing the feeling,
Like when we get him,
Hit him in his head,
His hat won’t even fit him,

Beaming high
Like a joint in heaven star can I be
That's me looking at Southern cross at night just thinking
There's a milky way to do this make my pockets

And Y'all be bitin my swagg I ain't liking that
I'm like Dang
Poppin that shit you get hit by the gang
Workin on aim and a nigga got range
I roll up a zip yea

bracket
Yea I'm bout to rip it you ain't even got to patch it
Ignited the flame now can you match it

Back against the wall there ain't no exit
Got no where

yeah
I'm rolling papers bigger than elephant tusks, yeah
I'm on quarantine but the weed man pulls up here
I got a hundred packs of Backwoods
I can

ass, instantly
I'm not no regular Nigga he think he can try me, and we gone decor em like Christmas tree
I Won't let nun else get by me, I been so alone