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himself the GOAT like we stamped it or something
Or call himself the GOAT like he in Tampa or something
Can he make his own hits without sampling something

the fate
Nobody taking my place
This was ordained from the day that I came from the heavens
No God He don't make a mistake
That's why I'm facing the pains

She on the net talking shit now
I kicked her out of my house
I'm buying that gas by the ounce
I'm making a bag off my sounds
She wanna just do it like

again
They got a trophy for your man again
Man never took a day off summer stomach full never lost hunger cause every year go by I ain't getting no George

back to London
(Uh huh, uh huh)
Don't get in all that bogus shit
'cause I know they just frontin'
(yeah, yeah) no that ain't my brother
Smoke his ass

Verse 1

Her taste was sweet when she touched my tongue

Makes the girls go crazy, lads fight for fun

My minds gone hazy what a devil be she

Venus

The first rays of the morning sun
Had washed down the mountains
But the horizon what I see
Every day is cold and frosty
I am living on the other side

only images and illusions
Behind which he hides his true motives
Destroy the image
And you will break the enemy
Like a katana shawty want a slice of my

though
All these corny rappers make me laugh and then cry
I'ma keep passing them by
If these are the days of our lives Then why would I spend one with you

car wit no tags
This hoe bad we finna take ha to class
They thought I forgot what he said bout my momma
Till this day me and bro them still get on his

that he's dramatic
Just tryna find a way to boost his social media status
Locked up in a room with no consume, you're free to panic
It's madness,

then it clicked
The Almighty must have used a different material when it was your turn to be made

I refuse to simply pass by though; I doubt I've met

easy outrunning demons
Go on tell my father
That the voices in his head
Don't make the man,
They just made the daughter

I've made peace with what you

Looking back through the glass feeling proud
See the little dashin' around
With a couple scrapes from the ground
And we got the same face
His is filled with

verse, yeah, I'ma make it go pray
Shot after shot, yeah, these bullets, they gon' spray, (yeah, yeah)
Death Row, you're sittin' in Rayan Zhang's Shadow
No

friends
I got these stains on me
I got these stains
I Cant breath in my City Its surrounded by death
Money ain't the route of all evil they forgot what it

think about the day I'm gonna die
But how come that shit always on my mind?
That shit make me wanna add another four
Four lines
It fixes me every single

in swine, to trawl the mountainside and jump right off it
Cursed vineyards make for rotten grapes, and so the wine is sour
Ye may know them by

wanna be mine, can't give her a ring
You could stay in the night, and go in the day
These niggas gon' talk we bust at his brain
Smoking in ganja that shit

One year to pass, one year to fail
"One year" I said, "then I'll bail"
I've got zero prospects, zero potential
Stuck in the utterly residential
By

the dough you make/if I was you dog I really wouldn’t show my face/lucky for you that we living in them Covid days/and me well yo I grew up in the golden

name, ay
Wanna be like Rick Rubin
Behind the scenes
Direct the games movements
Elusive energy
Co-signed by Matty Corman
A friend of me
Pouring over his

Scattered pieces on the ground
He worked with nail-scarred hands
To make me once again
And his sweet peace I have found.
 
Chorus (x2)
 
In this holy, sacred

Dreaming the infinite designs of his inner child,
Something to keep locked,
A treasure of the dead,
Locked in a city that does not suspect,
City that rhymes