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play Saul
Everything's good man, said everything's great
Whatever be my fate I'll still walk up to the gate
Whatever condition the lungs in I'll still

the trap, and I make a band
Drum on the stick, nigga, like a band
Bitch on my dick, yeah that hoe a fan
I don't do Percs, bitch I do the Xans
I don't do

the top
I hear niggas call me they opp
You gon die cause they gave up the drop
The drop
The drop
The drop
I got the drop
The drop
The drop
The drop
I got

I'm bringing the heat, but I ball like the sun
They trying too hard I be rapping for fun
Percussion on me, the gun sound like a drum
And yes I'm still

a lil pup
These niggas be cap like a text in a break up
I dont no IV I been Rocking CC's
Walking In Gucci I Spent More Than 2 G's
I went bought a drum

Like nigga what you want to do
Because either way it go I'm John Wick, I shoot comfortable
Morton Grove, Hi-tec or the Tris, it's up for you

for it
Head for it
And I don't got the bread for it
No not yet
Yeah, but Im still your best bet

Before I cracked
She used to put up a front
She'd text

in my head keep growing loud
Stomach like a drum that's rolling
Following a dream brings ups and downs
I was broken when they found me
Picking up

Hit the opp block and then we set up shop
We don't fuck with narcs meet me at 10 I don't do 12 o'clock
11 years old I had a pistol at the bus stop

Brett Coxy
Ever since we had to buy shit on clearance
Speaking my shit until I fuck up my larynx
Dog me and this music we got us a marriage
Can't

Cheerios in Versace bowls
While bolan bottles no milk, nigga
Don't fuck around and get killed, nigga
A hundred round drum, I call it Wilt, nigga
'93 Scott

dangerous

Twin brought the tommy and the draco with a drum on it

Death turned my heart cold, nigga i done lost souls

Nigga i stayed ten toes and watch

Yeah this is all unplugged. Straight guitar drums. Studio Session Live. I told you it would be live. 

Now I cant even see the light no more. 
Guess

finished
They slid masked up
They don’t know who did it
A hundred round drum
This bitch’ll shoot a few minutes
Nigga, we ain’t have dreams
Of getting

you gotta give’em substance
that shit you saying I’ll have’em like you up next
bring the truth when you battle that be the gut check
fuck press you just

Break the chess board down and put the pieces up
spillin my heart I’m jus leakin guts
we barely clean it up cuz we need dust/the loud racket makes

I'm
Switchin up how I'm feelin
All this trauma that I'm healin
Got me feelin somethin different
No more waitin around
Imma wear the crown
Got no time

a new life out of this hole
By worshipping this chance vision of love
This brilliant light you've given me
And by this beauty I will never give up"
But

on a beat make heat this some hot shit
This hit your ear drums like a Glock popped
Having your legs jump like it's hop scotch
Forget the time just vibe this

God say yes oo
Baba God putty him hand oo
For my head say
My son stand up oo
Oya burning fire
Make you beat your big big biggy Drum oo
BiggyVicki

a demon in the moonlight
I haven't moved on to soon right (yuh)
I just wanna pace, around
In this bright little town hold up yea,
Girl with you, yea I told

blossoming ear drums
And lack of income
The thunder here it come
From under the rain clouds
It hit the ground so hard
I couldn't hear if it was making a sound

either way I'll be okay, okay
Okay stop, pardon me but I been hot
All day bop, play my song and get paid lots
But like wait up
Heard the shit made me wake

The sun roof donuts in the parking lot
Yelling duck duck goose
Fuck drums pull your guts from your jumpsuit
Ah

Stop the bleeding stop the bleeding
Stop