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Ladies and gentlemen we have now reach our cruising altitude of eleven thousand feet
The captain has now turned off the fasten-seat belt sign and you

my head, with pain and hate
Like flames in hell, grows his strength
A belt on my neck, pulling till dead 
Choking myself thoughts cutting my breathe

dropping hits you wouldn't mize.
Haters a part of my zealots.
Catching feelings back to you.
That whole song is the letter ""U"".
Your sun is down 'cause I

12 PERCENT OF THAT NIGGA CRAZY
5 PERCENT OF THAT FLORIDA SUN 
AND THE REST OF IT GO TO THE KIDS' AMAZING
I JUMP ON A TRACK LIKE I'M MACHO MAN
THEN I

Look
The sun is alone but it still shines
So I'm outchea i'm try'na get mine
2016 sh*t i did fine
Until things got out of line
I mean think about it

With his Sans-a-Belt pants and his Hush Puppies on
The sky is blue and the bees are buzzin'
He must be the product of those two first cousins
He's got

with the belt
Talk behind my back
"He arrogant"
I'm confident
What else?
I never knew my worth
My riches
If we talking bout my wealth
Now I found it
Shit

Suicide, pro when I flow with the Mooninites
Foreigner belt, no need for a gun
They stole all my stuff, tried to sell me the sun
You're hot blooded, check it

The sun seems so far away on a day like today
The chilly air creeps into the cracks of my shoes
As I march this daily grunge, I gaze off through

from uptown now
I finesse her with the up down now
Huh?
‘Sup right now
White russian in my cup now
2 times AF with a gold chain
Off white belt with that

stripes on my belt
Now call it how you want to
I was like a knife and a gun too
Chip on my shoulder I took it from a front tooth
Had a Sun Tzu on the shelf

'bout rest that ain't really gonna help 
Want a few wips? Let me take off my belt, real raw north shit like animal pelts 

Feel like a kid I'm increasing

Bitches bussing ass and we shooting fuckn guns
Ain't no target just shooting at the sun
Change the damn mag this shit so fun
Big ass revolver uhh  .454
Imma

killing all these cats before I could buckle my belt
I can do this on my own I do not need any help
And I don't see no competition all I see is myself

on a flight
Tell ya secrets that ya need to know
It don’t matter where we finna go
Say it ain’t so
Been across the globe I show you the flow
Strap on yo belt

But now I got options you know this
New shawty from the bronx she sun kissed
Put Christin Dior on my girls hip
Why you fuckin with a rapper who ain't

Right when I'm alone and my thoughts won't let me seek help 

I'm racing demons and I'm driving with no seat belt
Looking for a Tonka truck to hit me

With these instrumentals you can hear some
All of that percussion hunned round drums
When I'm making hits I get no sun
Bitch I'm really out here tryna be

the water
As a fire broke out
Father showed me Orion's belt
Over a flash of green
Where the sun had gone down
And that's where I'll go to be

put on y'all shades
'Cause baby when that sun come out, I cast shadows and y'all shade

I don't really care what a bitch gotta say
If you see me in

me the boring one
I got the fervor of the surface of the scorching sun
I'm living like I'm bond bourne and thor in one
Feeling gorgeous son, so pull

dip
Grabbing my gun, loading my clip
Get in the sun, hop in my whip
You I outdone, you know I got drip
Making you run, better not slip
Yuh ay bitch I'm

bliss of action
Steel sharpens steal
Every swing is passion
The montra
Always knew he had the breath of the sun
Before he was hashira
Only come to find

to be
Please be careful
I never wanted you to feel the same

That pain that come with seeing rain in the place of sun
Uh huh and then thought life would