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BUFFY: I touch the fire and it freezes me.
I look into it and it's black.
Why can't I feel,
My skin should crack and peel.
I want the fire back.
Now

Chasing them benjis hope you can keep up
Ice on me ski, yea it make yo bih slump
She doing white doing like the house holding Trump
EMG we fly guys
Getting

talking crazy peep the patterns hoe
(Crack the code quick)
Loving on me till she make a clone
(Speaking no myth)
Conversating with the morning sun
(Say

fuck it nigga
Look
Aye
These niggas thought it was Jay-z
But it's Jc
I got ya main bitch on IG
Waiting to rate me
To rape me
Want me to slap my dick in

who tf is ole boy
Roll em up and smoke boy
You did not shoot at me Nigga
Must of been a decoy
Up it
Better shoot it
Better be real
And bet not be a toy

reminding me that my high horse is starting to slip
But that's a lie
It has been for a while
My willpower and conscience ain't up to par
Not by a mile
Trying

Revelationz

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

nigga, we livin on hell nigga.
This is hell mutha fuckas.

Verse 1

Uh.
All my life it's like I'm fuckin around wit the wrong people
make a movie about my

trafficking
Excuse me, no disrespect
Just the art of my intellect
On this road called life
I just feel like I'm finna wreck
Insomnia won't let me rest
He want

they want me in a war
In the hood we don't make them bullets or forty fours
Why we gotta struggle, mills I need a couple
Bills starting to double, like

so they're open when i kiss
Screaming fuck with me if you want il probably never know
When i'm telling them i'm fine i'm jsut in another zone
I know

what I mean?

They use me. Abuse me. Try to get me off track.
Look away for a second and they knife my back.

I don’t mind. Their digs won’t make me

The devil want me
Pay the price
Drinkin', smokin', getting' high
Take a pill, I'm feelin' fine
Say these words
My words divine
Might put them in the bible,

a raw one, let's go even like it's 1-1
Pack it up and let's roll one, point at her like I want one
White men can't jump, let me run point

Turn your song

the juice Surrounded by boatloads full of cash 
Surrounded by ops bitch do the the dash
A hundred and fitty the digital dash 
She just want duffle a full

smoking, I been elevated
I ain't reach my peak and they telling me I better make it
I want the cake, I ain't trying to be celebrated
I got married

never laying back
You can try to rock me I ain't never gonna crack
Imma never lock a hoe, but I always make em tap
The hoes is for the stress, don't you

cough killin’ me
Take all that you can never make a plan without me

Park it don’t you know Daddy takes it slow yea with me

You say you want more take me

six string
Crack a cold one open with the boys as I sing

I don't know where this road, is taking me now
I just know I gotta make it through somehow

movin' like it got drugs in the back
Thinkin’ you got smoke with me, is it crack?
All that hatin' causing Asthma attacks?
I'm Jihadist when it come

Smoke dat
Don't switch, black don't crack
I'm just here to get the bag, aftermath, after that
Show me a bullet I'll show you a hole
Where we can get all

on the ground
Have you ever been to this side of the tracks?
Where guns are cocked and mothers turning tricks to smoke crack
Oh the ghetto takes your childhood

everyone around me
Seem to be out the scene
Darkest thoughts
And secrets stay with me
Don’t want to be
Popping skeletons
When I’m fifty three
Smoke from

Bitch I pull up smoking crack and the pussy boys leave
Switchblade ya throat make a pussy boy bleed
Bleedin on the scene
Saran wrap yo queen

dumpin' different ounces
I'm gon' be the one to make it out, for sure, this shit keep piling '
Told lil' baby use her throat, don't want the cat, cause it