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feels like I'm grievin' your death
The lies they tell but never my side I revealed yet still you believin' the rest
I put this on God
I ain't never mean

easy making money while on break
Hit a step back then I vroom off a chase
Tied his ass with a lace and a brace
Got a side bitch but I keep it on the low

through swinging
Tell'em cook crack with the fire I'm spitting
Don't eat meat but I n'yam that kitten
My shits hitting
Their shit isn't
Ahhhhh
Stomp through

the thing about snakes, hard to ever tell what side their on
Real recognize real, and it's not what you describe in songs

Writin' rhymes, you work 9 to 5

tryna get my meat sucked
But ima dog baby I just want my balls licked
And If them niggas violate I give em all clips
I get em all hit either me or 5 zip

Fuck it I'm chasing the paper
Give him a taper
Zero drip you just got Vapor
Ski on your bih like a skater
Serve her meat like a waiter
Damn all you

it
Jump, hit the leap, without hitting licks
Nike jumpers and bovine meat
PornHub, I've been a horny teen
Sex gave me love and melancholy
Can't have

side?
Venus fly trap eye lash; "If you wish it" she sighed
You don't run horses or use marked cards
Your alibi is always a work of art
They've never found

and complaining when the shoe fits
Skate his block if it's beef i'm the meat grinder
3 and 0 on the opps i'm a three timer
She bring the fee right on time I don't

void of purpose, are now
Flooded with epileptic precedence

Their soon-to-be supper emerges from the trees
The salt from their sweat marinates the meat

and though we inviting
To the studio don't mean you GYB
Look don't touch you can sight see
Got a main squeeze I don't need no side fling
Yeah your demeanor

Infamous, break down doors
LKDC will chop your body up into lunch meat
This is Cash, nigga, don't ride the dick
Better keep that shit up on your hip
That will

talking but I'm loud I was tryna be subtle
Can't conceal my shine it's off the muzzle
From the west side went to brooks but not Russell
Lotta rappers need

call God to grind up the meat dog
I know ya got kids man where are they at
When your ten toes down knee deep in the trap 
It's time you made a choice

me?
Blue dot locked with heat?
Went from alive to dead inside now you a peace of meat
If you want smoke that with me you ain't a friend you are my enemy

Enterprise
They say heavy liftings been done up top

And realize
Where we lie
Is where they throw all the excess meat

look around

The ocean
Is at high tide

the Woods
Predisposed awakened to
Nzambi and all the occult side of nature
Covens
I lurk the Woods
Predisposed awakened to
Fury be my omen
Embrace my pain

me
She like the hustle

Cruising in the streets with a fine ass freak
She rubbing on my meat
While we smoking on a bleazy
Living that mile high life

penny
Why chase a dime nigga chase a million
Henny got me cracking jokes and grinning thinking different ways
I could shit on niggas
North side it ain't

lunch meat
This is Ca$h, nigga, don't ride the dick
Better keep that shit up on ya hip
That will blow yo ass to the fuckin' moon
Like NASA takin' a space

breaking the code
Moon walk on the road
God like I won't get old
Iron Giant at my side
Great power he behold
Like my Nigerian pride
Cut low, with the slide

had the block like Resident Evil
Got em' zombie walking, ever seen zombies talking? me neither
I'll leave a smile on a nigga face with a meat cleaver

you
The love we share us two
So pure so true
By your side I will always be
World travelers you and me
If loving you is right
Then I don't wanna go wrong

Low-key ya bitch posted at the palace inn b
She a head hunter she eat
Dick like it's deer meat
I ball like a athlete
I'm sharp steppin traction cleats