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out the house they be patting me down
Harassing me now
Yo pulling you over turn to 'can I see your I.D.' they're batting you down
Till you have red

another without batting a lash
And have you going crazy trying to get her back
At last I found my pretty girl
But not as I thought I'd find her
Her eyes

again 
Thought I was finessin how a nigga steady racking in
A rod with the batting hand 
Hustle hard too other a rod cause I packer in 
It was demons I

batting practice and stepping to the plate when I swing it's Stratus
My heads in the clouds
Woah
Got too many goats in my sightline
Clocking em now like

rage (Rage)
Hit after hit (Hit)
Like we at the batting cage (Goddamn)
And pray to God everyday
For some better days (Thank You Lord)
And my heart
It been

anybody
Who can say anything about your body
It's my body
Sweat glands and hands activate upon approach to
Dissect the dialect of your batting eyelashes

As I'm walking through the valley with the shadow of the death
And 1.000 when I'm batting cause I'm perfect I'm not average
With the Ricky Bobby vibes like

and unpack it, gift wrap it, my teammate in the hole
But im still batting, who's on deck im still rapping, like its cold in here
My new jacket clutch put

days blow a bag on a bag day
Throw it back make it clap smack that ass play PAT THE CAKE
Hit it right like a Batting Cage the LOVE REAL I'll tat your

and my batting stances
I got a field in my dreams of madness

Dana street
I saw you floatin on your naive lil feet
I don't wanna see it
The end in sight is

fuck what you think
Get my wrist like water hope I don't sink
Keep batting my eyes lashes they mink
Can't text my line don't ask for no link
Pass me

(Sticks sticks sticks)
And they all flabbergasted man (Aah)
Gassing all the raps I crafted
Only home runs so these cretins got me always batting (Whoosh

your ass tomorrow
Bitch, I'm busy, I'm really busy, actin' like you love me
Wanna check the batting average, high key she wanna fuck me
If you lucky, I

niggas I'm batting these bitches over the head
I got the funk lil nigga dada makin up a stench
I ain't worried bout killing 'em niggas already dead

neurosurgeon
Words on Benjamin Carson
Might hit a nerve
Her batting senses like a Miami Marlin
If tension could start a fire
We committed an arson
Always going

remember how I got here, or why
I lie awake and think, awareness shrinks, the link then expires
I'm fine with cold shakes
I can do without batting an eye

that there really is no peak yeah
All these niggas batting yeah that's Time your wasting yeah aye
Yeah take you to my house yeah
Wait sit on the couch

sleeping in south
Kid, you're batting in the big leagues now
It's entirely fucked
How are we here when we're both so young

We talked about cope
The brick,

You know sometimes I wish that I was Vince
Don't sell me out like that
Don't sell me out like that
Standing in the shadows while batting out the hits

The bitches on Tinder message me first
So I'm kicking back at hers
I'm batting for a home run, make it to the top
Do you ever think I'm gonna stop?

Growing that shit
I was hopeful

Know some people hate but I gotta move on
Ayyy
All new balencis and purple jeans on
Ayyy
Whippin that shit like I'm batting

then I chop it up like I’m Bruce Lee
Antagonize all you want, no Xanax, I ain’t losing sleep
Not batting an eyelash off anything you attempt to do
Game

makes me want to stay huh?

Say whos the I, is it matter, in disguise
The flattery unravelling, the batting of the eyes
Is it thighs, is it bone, is it

I didn't mean to hop all on this ride
You didn't want more with me, I ain't feeling alright
See you ain't batting an eye
You rather be with that guy