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Photograph all the ghosts hiding in the closets who in the frame
She took off her top and then she proclaimed
Are you happy now
Well are you happy now
'Cause

off my door only God can protect
Everybody can't handle the pain in their head
Heart bleeding from inside of their chest
Put a blade to your neck for

fist to the jaw bone
oh lord, purify my soul core
  
Showing off my strong pose
So called rapper, my speech is rose gold
production work horse, I got

look like I just off a banquet
Wild boy been slimed
I'm sanctioned, I don't gotta grow up in a cranky, me slime nine's and
Mills we out on the yams

tear your roof down and I ain't pay for damages
Hold up hold up, gotta dust off my shoulder
Ain't count what've I spent while I'm pushing this boulder

You had me spitting out blood
And cutting my hair
Scratching my neck while
I'm gasping for air
So hold the blade to my throat and
Just cut me some more

wipe the sweat off my brow
Gotta get the hamster wheel greased up
I don't wanna be the guy who didn't try
Definitely not the one who gave up
Don't wanna

giving everything I got I'm trying to get straight to your spot
Said I'm cutting through traffic, headed to your place
You dropped the location, said come

when your future's at the top
And I might have my slice, if I make it out the box
Tryna get up on that level, like a diamond cutting bezel
Lamborghini

bar, When I start, I can't stop[01:49.23]Nigga talk shit, So we wet em' like mop[01:51.08]I'm cutting ties just to get to top[01:52.72]She blow me down,

Six people per job opening, this shit's insane
And nobody doing a damn thing but raising Cain
Politicians still well off, unaware for a need to change

me cause I rap way before that I was chilling in the trap
Skate team
500 for my buckle really got it off the muscle
Niggas in a sandwich bag boy I'm

to a load blast off on click clack
Gotta get dough in my hand
Heating up go get the fans
Then I'll break bread with the clan
Do what it takes I don't give

Smile go bling no jeweller
I'm off the bench like a warship cruiser
Copped a buss down I'm so froze
Copped a buss down watch it glow
Suns in the sky
Suns

money at?
Matter fact
How you take my whole tape series name for your biggest track?
Fuck it, these rappers full of shit, I'm not cutting slack
It's

the side Block you know how I rock
Remember we was cutting box Tops and playing hopscotch and Then we started cooking pop Rocks
Out the crock pot

They say

we're going home
I ripped that serpent off my lady
But he coiled his tail around my neck
As she was running free
The scales are cutting deep
There's

restlessness
He knew he wouldn't stay young long
So he blew his mom a kiss
And wandered off into a song
About frontiers and wild lands
Where native people lived

was just a child
Waking up everyday for a greater purpose
Bout to hit the sixth grade shit was getting wild
Off my element so terry had to leave my

dresses just for the moment
On the back roads ya act shows u getting open
And that's facts tho yo ass glow in tan lotion

You been really cutting ties with

you mean babe
Got me caressing ya thighs in between babe
Got yo head up over heels overseas babe
I was cutting to the check like a cheese grater, yaah

psychotic, thinking I needed help
Had me weighing my options, oh how heavy it felt
Now I'm off like a rocket, gotta hunch your in hell
So I'm not playing fair

To be honest off the eddy
bourbon apple juice baby
Woodford Martinelli
And my demons moving steady
Vices in Miami new name Tom Vercetti
And she know

had Died
Stupid ass tried, let a nigga try
I'ma blow his brain
They be like, Z, you trippin', get off them purses, lil' nigga, you out your brain
Don't