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You gotta have it You gotta have it
They better clear this shit too
Retnuh here onto something
New found importance and now I'm soaring
When the signs come please don't ignore em
I sense misfortune reread the forum
You can't chase dreams postmortem
New found importance now I'm soaring
When the signs come please don't ignore em
I sense misfortune reread the forum
You can't chase dreams postmortem
Living in this crisis Christ just
Hit me on my cell phone and said I'm about to free you from this hell hole
I'm like I'm coming to heaven? He like hell no
You haven't reached your goal And you ain't got enough ben folds
And your story ain't been told But keep your soul
And I'm like damn homie that's been sold
Nah I'm kidding so you trying to tell me I should keep spitting writtens
He like for sure niggie listen
I know you seen streets full of crimson
But I provide this vision
For provisions of your future offspring
So they can take offspring
Or winter, summer, fall if they want it
Damn, so you about to have me flaunting
Halt it, the roads slick saltless
Like the season after autumn
To acquire name, fame, and fortune
You gotta have them bars on lock like wardens
Yeah
Uh, okay
Uh, uh, yeah
Okay, uh
Newfound importance
And now I'm soaring
When the signs come please don't ignore them
I sense misfortune
Reread the forum
You can't chase dreams
Postmortem
Newfound importance
Now I'm soaring
When the signs come please don't ignore them
I sense misfortune
Reread the forum
You can't chase dreams
Postmortem
So I go record
Cause nothing else feels for him
Life's more than good weed and bad bitches
That's foreign
So I Norman
Bates on these beats
Life lacking empathy
Can't find myself
Soul searching for serenity
Sheesh
I'll leave your face in the streets
If I have to
And I'm really not a bad dude
But when everybody got beef
To stew and glocks that's glued
Poking sticks like first tattoos
And shit
You expect me not to be on attack mode too
And shit
That's foolish
Tricks are for kids
And I'm not one of them
Name your top five
You'll find I'm the sum of them
This son of a
Deity
Had to let her down
It won't go work out like creatine
And the social scheme
As it seems
It ain't for me
So as respectfully as I can be
It's f*ck you niggas
Anally, ill the pharmacy
Feeding you meds that you didn't need
Seems like my lines something like cocaine
OD on me
Wedlocked in life's unholy matrimony
God grew quiet
So I'm chilling where the villains be
So now I'm in cahoots with Mr. Villainy
I'm aiming these lines to any niggas thinking that
They prohibiting
Sir non-conformist performance
Reverend wrecking with autonomous ordinance
And while y'all playing chicken
Jamaican jerking on the other foreskins
I'll be skywalking like where the force is
No need for screaming
In time my lines steaming
Enough you can't ignore it
You see this mic scorching
And to all who orbit around my mating organs
You can eat my dick
Just don't forget the fork, bitch
Bitch
Get your utensils, bitch

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