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4mat

by Nolan The Ninja

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(we open, active, ugh) twenty five dollars on my dresser, yessir i been bout the mo' and not the lesser, bless up proper information motivate people, get up we can agree to disagree or we can sever i'm from the school of higher elevation, getcha bread up spring for the cheddar, pray for the best but protect ya neck cuz you could find yaself hung out for the wrong ones look around & they'll be gone before the songs done and in the long run, lots'll front to try & get what they want but ain't no fun when the rabbit's got the gun get stuck & from the cloth i'm cut plenty plush for all of us the ones on their knuckles with me, tighten belt buckles never scared to hustle, fair share of struggle as below so above you, we on the bubble so come through thinking shit is sweet when it's not might leave with a leak for tryna foil the plot end up on the outskirts without a window or pot we all we got, turncoats turn ghost and it don't, stop (the 4mat) just bought a crib, quarter of a mill 300 but i bought it still, cost a richard mill can't afford this skill money talk, better guard your grill like we're in your yard to steal rappers grab they chest like they're uncle phil like they're having a heart attack or sum'n the starter pack for frontin' cuz all they raps for nothing i'm luke when i get on a loop, i sky walk not a pilot but i got the sky mileage to fly talk this the rap shit they waited for lame shit they hate me for only make your bitch wanna date me more what you take me for, chopped liver niggas taste is poor, grab a plate & fork serving niggas, chicken, steak or pork what you waiting for, paid & full like we ate in store niggas taking shots but guess what, still can't make a score caldwell-pope niggas, your team cool but y'all ain't dope niggas watch ya mouth, don't get scoped nigga give me my roses fore i'm boxed in they only praise your soul when your spirit no longer locked in earned so many stripes, it's safe to say that i'll be top ten cherish me now, cuz we ain't promised life without tears embarrass me how, i keep my chin up when i fight fears, done grew a buzz you won't hear another me for some light years, true enough but demons come alive in my night terrors next to an angel, the halo hover when i'm not there i left her with a pearl necklace upon her nice pair she tell that i'm worthy of blessing, smell her essence in the night air baptize me in yo water, and become a martyr i ain't come to taint your product, i'm faint and unbothered come look me in my eyes, bet it resemble honor die by my respect, don't interject that's just how i was brought up might usher you to the gates, but i'll never get caught up only 144 that got to reach the stardom i see the stardom, frolicking with a shola ama i'm off the ganja reciting sada or shamen i never questioned my promise, just had to wait for alignment, yo sportee chronicles, turn a page of the monocle blazing up the finest smoke, eggs are poached take a toke, game locked in the figure 4 i'll hit her, we'll both enjoy, it's no point in just being annoying flow is poignant, comparing is pointless i don't see many nor hear their voice grew up on impoverished choices, pick your poison it's the anointed, here we go, paint the portrait water bugs on the floor & the forks, mom was pushing a ford it's the one that wore the orange, haters, i just ignore em shit, i'm probably somewhere foreign with a cord to a korg it's obvious we all at war, get yourself right with the lord shepard when slapping the board, kyle watson dribble planet digable, sent my ladybug for bag nickle'd something rare sits on clavicle, facts out for capital, snatch (ayo) don't ever stop trying until you overdose i got the ass, she even tried to fuck me on the stove yo, the 4mat

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