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In search of sanctuary, it hasn't come yet
I pray to god I'll never see another sunset
For when it gets dark I
Bare the mark three sixes
Surrounded by

Always gonna get bloodied up
Mhm, and now this runner-up is
'bout to run it up
Too bad, y'all niggas runners-up
Niggas drunk the Kool-Aid
But it's too late

I got an issue with the conman running the place
A fucking disgrace, boldface liar, showcase
The last of the breed of racist whites in space
‘Bout

First One Hit

Amil

Light It Up

1999

nothin' da same
360 clip, left the mark knowing I came
They ain't fucking with it

My bitches, light it up and don't stop
We gonna make it happen till

Stop that play, He's the Truth and the Way
And He's here today

So whatcha gone say 'bout that?
So, where's it gonna hit you at?
Try to strive perfect

something new for a lil bit
Pull up pull up, hold up hold up

P in the cut RAS in the cut
What up
Holding it down let's go

I'm bout to levitate to different

Big bank sank lil bank, dripping in a tank
I'm a twisted crank when they get to hate
Why they hit the breaks? I'ma win the race
If they want

through these Cartiers, I'm too blind
Too kind, she ain't get enough, I hit it two times
Lime green, YSL tote, that bitch too slime
She can never leave me,

Yeah, 16th chapter, you get it?
Real niggas back in fashion type shit
You get it?
All the niggas out there livin' their fuckin' Neverland bro

after question and you never told, I got love for you nigga

Is yo niggas down to ride 
Where I reside when time to get it
I ain't riding with no marks

all the pain that I'm escaping
I'm self-medicating, the curse of my generation
The age of information gets clouded by memes and aesthetic Sources site

on moving, ima keep on moving…

Nobody told me I’d be thrown to the sharks…

Nobody told me I would get this lost…

Been Through hell you can tell by

This songs bout to be fiya
Yuh
No
Yea
Don't Follow your heart
Don't follow your heart
Don't follow your heart
I followed my heart
I remember why
I

Uh yo that's what's up
Got that smoke in the bag and we Chop it up
Got that rock style down on that Gangster shit
Ain't no MC can fuck with this
Bout

nigga u stupid
Rappin bout murder and killin well prove it
Sayin u Robbin and stackin then do it
Nigga in my eyes u cap for the music
So imma fuck on yo

baby
Now I don’t wanna pull myself up by my bootstraps
I’d rather grab a jet pack
I blast off while they blast back
It’s was a blast what we had
But well

penis
Till my balls leave a mark on they forehead that’s the reason
That they mans found out
Sent me a text talking bout treason
I was smoking Lou

There's something bout two thousand twenty 
That's making me wanna go out and just get it
I've been living a life, so fed up of lights
I wake up in

their fault they're homeless
That they should pull themselves up by their boot strap
You’d think with all this space well we could get
A single room for

interested bout my life
Wanna know how i live or who i like
Get off my dick i need some space to breathe
Yeah killed every beat
Songs wid no sleep
Faith is

you niggas bout is clout
Need some cardi ass titties on a chicken if I marry her
And keep her ass on ice like that nigga Captain America
Plus I'm about

alone, bet I change your mood
I ain't worried bout nothing else, my focus on you
He left you alone, he must been a fool
Well X marks the spot baby, cause

embarrassing derelicts
So fuck sparing my feet i walking

One night I went for a walk in the park, followed later by a spark in the dark 
The events of the day

Till I seen the black marks in the street from the Rollin tires and now im callin 
She on the phone like nigga dont even try it 
I bet everytime you told