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What's the point in being there anyway
Set up shop in Arizona
Me Sleeve and Moe-T
Lotta people turn Hollywood 
We keep it low key
Business decisions like

never gave in to the temptation of giving up
Wishing you a happy new year
What we get is determined by what we do here

Kube bekungekho wena
Ngabe

the bankroll

Super high
You're just house fly
And you'll get swatted like you doxxed by the FBI
Gave me like 25
My life was do or die
Nightmares turned reality

commotion
Deep sea dive tonight
I got the potion
So damn smooth
Like man, you bathe in lotion?
You lying to yourself by saying I ain’t the coldest
This is not

Wicked/Panic Mode

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

(Wicked)
1st Verse
Better think fast I’m coming

sure they’re all dead & really not faking

Chorus

Song Title: Full Of Rage
Artist: Breezy
Album: Game Over
Producer: Broc Jesch (Breezy) 
All rights

Hit it
Milly rocking round the city
While I'm tryna get my bars up
Got these fools feelin' dizzy
Can't ride, get your cars up
Yeah, Imma swerve lanes

the album drop, you want a sneak peak
You're on the wrong block, this a one-way street
Hundred grand petty cash in the hotel suite
Move your feet, lose your

the tape recorder,
Mystikal into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by deep margins,
How

can't lose
I could never be around you if you can't pick Up on clues
If you can't pick up the signals 
How're you going to pick up blues
Talking

Big

the fence
I’m sprinkling over my garden
I dug up the dollars and grounded my sense
I met a few people that get me
No I won’t name em but love em to death
All

through pain and hustle trynna find my inner self
Ain't easy feel surrounded by devils like I live in hell
Gotta get rich at all cost
Can't stay poor cos

Just stop
I say to few words, but I say a lot
South sayers say I'm a super sluthe 
You're just a baby that's flying in mamas coop
I'm sorry that it hurt

last album
You can make it something you’re proud of
All these contracts they offered me
But regret brush it off of me
Man y’all niggas know I don’t give

Let me change up the pace
Cause sometimes I gotta get a little sentimental
After a weekend with the homies
That I haven’t seen in over two to three

his reasons
And I know my time gon come
I done went by a hundred seasons
Niggas filled with hate and I can't relate
Not sorry I've been dreaming
But I'm

of a rhyme
Gimme time and I’m gon explode (Yea)
I put a fucking enemy
Into a creek
And then I beat em
With the beat
That I just beat up
Feeling evil
Derek

Freck said I’m drowning y’all wit albums gotta let them breathe some
My pen been loaded since 89 just to think I only squeezed once
But it rapid fire

bugging you seeing the swarm 
If you not with it you're drowned by us all 
Spitting like iroh you finna get burn
Bragging and stacking that is my new norm

income before  the wife go come
go past the wonder years enter the doer years
no more struggle with the hustle you’re a spirit says the Bible
its man that

on the low
So they can brag to their friends that they
Dissed me and I didn't even know
But you can tell by the tone that they know
That they don't stand

sell
Cover it all up and just pretend you're well
I say

I cannot put a number on hearts and
I cannot put a number on souls
If just one person is

nothing scarier
Than tryna open up to see another side
Looking through another's Eyes
You think you above the lives of others
But you gone think otherwise

And ,Oh Bitch, be wary...you fuck up, I'll type up your obituary.
It reads...
Mr. So & So was walkin' to the corner store,
Stopped by some dudes rollin'