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wait for handouts
That's the difference of men (Shh)
I ain't bothered by the comments
I don't think it's my skin
(See, I'm good, nigga)
If it's an issue,

in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,

to the money
Told ya niggas way back in
The day that when i
Finally make it on all my niggas gonna shine
Now you in the back road
By the front door back
Wishing

on both my
Shoulders but my back's aching
I used to be concerned about the other side
Been like a hundred times
I've had to see my mother cry
Had thoughts

Thoughts of a coffin
Whether shots from the ruger
Or my asthmatic coughing
Imma die one day til then remain cautious
I'm militant more like rorschach
With

for texting those girls
But you're on your fourth abortion
(Stay dead) spent 100k on a crap track
Still got a draw, now that's that
Instead of sparring

Ogbeni work and pray, one day you go make am
Life na step by step, e be like ladder
Nor go shook hand for trouble gather piss like bladder

Oluwa nor dey

choris

And I be taking these shots like futsal
Roast your boy like a butta
Ey bro can you break this hundred note I'm low on chutta
Faking the flex all

And hella mommas hearts full of pain
Hella days that's filled with rain
Hella bad thoughts on my brain
Hella white tees full of stains
I got it out the mud

cobras
Won't give my all to you cause' I don't know ya'
Shit I had hard days but I guess everybody did
Had dreams of getting money ever since I was a kid

(The Circle) huh?
Naw, for real some days, I just
Wake up, wanna get a nigga smoked for real
For real but I left that shit up to God
You hear me?

working out
I've had enough so don't you be telling me
You wanna sought it out
Now i just wanna get out

I can't lie on some days
I just wanna be by your

talkin' bout franchise
One false move
Get you touched by this land mine
Come with the Goldeneye
I'm dressed like I'm OddJob
Real beef when you get touched

halos for demons
Look sleepy don't bother the weed hit
Four blunt in rotation  Olympics
That's a four by four no sprinting
Hit the lock on that door no

lunatic got left
For Dead By Daylight
He cannot be bothered with all the
Crimes you can't recover from
'Cause he could be fucking you
Over a hundred times,

(Classics, Oh oh oh, okay Jones)
Yeah, ayy

How you want it? My jeans eleven hundred
These ain’t rockstars, move like a top dog
Top floor
With

you what a hitman do

I sell hundred fast watch me get that back
I might fuck that pussy but won't her ass
Gave a couple bands to the trigger man
Told

guess
But don't get me wrong, we have few names to respect
Yesterday it was a hobby, nothing serious planned
Feels like I was walking by the rap and he

Through a hundred glorious Heroes
Whose corpses eaten by maggots
On the battlefield I am wandering

Alright
Carrying Warhammer of riffs
With sithe in

Fucking with your attitude
Maybe parting ways was the best thing to do

Yeah you cross my mind about
A hundred times a day nah for real about a
Thousand

brand new
A 100 bands, two days, ran through
Ran off on ya ass, I ain't have to pay you
All the bands in the van, choppas in the back
Got the Glock in my

at the end of the day im 100

I don't need any dickhead on my arm
Cah they just carry shit
up the sleeves of their jumpers

And they tell me shit I already

kamehameha
Numb to the pressure numb to the pain
Gonna save the day like my name's Bruce Wayne
Don't have a lot to lose gotta lot to gain
You claim to be

Have you noticed people these days describe God using parameters they desire He possess?
For instance
They describe Him as having
Borders they may