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Blueberry truck with the cherry interior
Better get your game up if you feelin' inferior
Draggin' all my opps like I come from Valyria
If they sayin'

zombies trying to get lit
Never really sleep, but I nap with my kin
Put the paper in a bag and go back for the win
Never met a whore who aint care about

wanna see some true colors, well I‘m white and I rap, but that don't mean I wanna be black. Every person from Brekenridge gets up when they hear this

the static

Album on drop 
We finna pop 
Straight to the top only the way to go 

Rap what I'm bout 
Fuck all the clout 
You from the east then you trained

to switch up
She be sending me her tigga while she chilling with her
Hold up I can't say that
I need space from my ex, no Elon
Whip inside this track, no

the vision said relax Ima' manage it
I see the light from candles lit, your vision is inadequate
Atta-boy! by now you thought I'd quit
Never been the type

f**kin' with me from the start, keep that s**t far from me far
If you wasn't f**kin' with me from the start, keep that s**t far from me far

Yo
If you

up from the basement
Studio in mom's house
Bitching 'bout the placement
Mad about the weed smell
Thinking that were senile
Rappin, makin' tracks

soul lit
Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'
That gravediggin' shit

Nigga, I'm way from the South, bitch
I'm from the bottom

one on the track
When they ask for sum
Bruh ionujack
She tried to sit down
I said b get off my lap aye
I'm like a dog
Clawing on the door
Rising from

of the year
Shake them hips let me see it from the rear
You had a fit I know you lit lil' ma we here let's go wild
First round can't quit two rounds slow sip we

on demand
Deliver a hearse with a pen in my hand
Makin' it work coz I boss out them tracks
Flows from asylum, they back and they bad
But don't get it twisted

Mark it as another project in the books
Another album where I wrote all of the verses and hooks
A fuckin comeback, one album after another
Producing

faking statistics
These niggas be leaving they lipstick
On top of my dick tip
Pussy I whiff it from miles away
I will never work with niggas that do

Yo
Yooo yooo
It's lit it's lit
Taj Monaee

Pull out your jack than
Hit record
It's getting lit
Tik tok
Vibes
Up in this bitch
Do my dance
Yea
They

Hits the water with a ripple
Cutting like a blade
Dripping like a glimmer
Like a liquid flame
A mirror reflection 
Gets turned by the waves
An upside

gotta move from me
Get around me, mm.
Up And Up and Up and Down
Ima get her lit, when she coming to my town, we get busy like
And you know we listening

of a meal
Back to the real
I been a victim of passion and talent concealed
Happy that that shit is passing now that the new album revealed
Track with

favorite track on the album
Really

Yeah
I mean
I might just love Ray's voice
Yeah

I mean, it's nice
Yeah
And then
I have no idea what he's saying

Yeah
I

Fuck it
I feel it
Sometimes you gotta break your heart to heal it
But don't wanna deal it,
I just wanna stay lit
All night till the day hit,
I can

the cybernetic cascade
Blade Runner walks, with shadows by his side,
In the neon city, where illusions hide

Verse 3
Through the smog and haze, he tracks his prey,

Supernat' rollin up stacks
Phil-a react on a will.i.am track
Back to the basics, 501s with the Asics
Rap City rhymes from +The Basement+
Cement blocks, still

The Certificate

Hilltop Hoods

Calling

2004

shot your album cover
I've the right patience, to your shit dictation
Then commence domestic mc word castration
Like excelles effects from a psychadelic

me like a stroller

I like to hit her from the back when she counting up my racks
While smoking exotic packs I be pulling out her tracks
Gotta tell her