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Foot on gas fast and furious like the pen to the pad
I'm the genocidal genesis a homocidal lyricist kids evacuate the premises
Fuck your feelings put

She said yes and put on that diamond ring

Now we have seven kids 
ain't got enough to live
But We try as hard as we can to survive
If we got the space

heavy, over drinkin alcohol
Sayin… nothin helps and you tired of it all
I just… thought if I gave you everything I had
That you… open up, live your life,

the trash 
Cause false prophets 
They be talkin slick 
So they prey on the hungry 
Weak or sick 
And that’s the truth kids

Feel like I’ve wasted over half my

Tryna act like they don't know us
Patron all night
In the morning drink mimosas
Every time I hit Houston
Know I gotta pour a four up
A great father to my

the alcohol
And Sis, I would be remiss
If I didn't add you to the list
Your beauty still lives in the eyes of your kids
Carrying the flame that you lit
They are

But stop holding me, like I'm still some helpless kid soaked by the rain!
(Namazöoh & Aleekãnto:) Flying fish? Will you please hold on and change your

that's why I rhyme for a reason
Feel like god can't reach us, that's why I ignore the teachings
Been a minute since I went to church
I need to get things

We always been kids
Always been
Young
Always been young
All this time with you
Time with me, time with us
We'll die together
Or we'll live for forever

barely handle heat, why you tryna cook wit grease?
This is our time, it's over for you cats, ain't no nine lives
When you rhyme, yo baby mama give you side

by like she never even knew me
Eyes on her phone as she heads down the road
With a brand new man and friends in tow
Welcome to Gen Z central

in debt because of the interest piling, by the time I pay it off I got kids ready for college
Living without profit, working like a slave for a man

To celebrated
Reality kept saying you're fucked, ambition saved him
Now I'm their favorite
I could have stuck to school but how was it my life i played by your

I know that both of us killin the game, and we busy but I will not live on the run, I hit  your celly , you tell me you ready for me to come through

while drinkin’
Some of the finest put you in a kush coma
Ask your people they know us
Some of my friends blowing doja
And smoking roll ups if I get you

Self-deprecate my way to a better fate
Meditate through the hate, let 'em speculate
Elevate the heat, burn 'em up like hot cakes
Cops came late, tried to fix it

My game's jumpin', we all had our days of barkin'
You could tell niggas styles by they ways of parkin'
Why dispute it? Dough got us so polluted

End of the Road

Murder by Death

Masters of Horror

2005

to hate me for what I've done
I hear them whispering in the hall:
"you'll live and die by the gun"
All I can do is sit here and pray,
That I'll be forgiven

I make music for lost niggas
Young bitches with babies by drug dealers
Heaven help us they letting them cops kill us
Black talons we loading them cop

We Are Both Writers

Kind of Like Spitting

Bridges Worth Burning

2002

beautiful
How nothing ever seems to work the way that it gets planned
So we turn away from everyone that loves us
Hypnotized by waves our lives are deer

gave us his one
An only Son
To die on de cross, son
For his blood, to wash away our sin!
Committed by Adam an Eve!
What bout, voices at back of my head

And the outcome is to bring the lost ones up to the found one
Like a fountain throw your hopes to me
Guess that's what means the most to me
Kids out here could make

I just wanna live right
Bye for the night
For the month
Had enough
Gonna splice myself out of you cunts
I don't wanna come up 
My fists clenched

the FCAT, teach these niggas to survive
Cause fact is we tryna live
Flipping EBT's and income taxes, nigga let me claim your kid
Extensions on the light bill,