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I-I
Everybody, put your drinks in the air
I-I
'Cause me and Ckyttlez
We got a story to share
I-I
Ha, now, we're about to blow
I-I
If you ever said

the man there looked him up and down
Said where'd you ever get this thing
I said fix him up and tune him up
I'm gonna teach him how to sing
Well that old

have grown up 
My ways of thinking is smarter
Vengeance is God Doing 
So with that Said Why Spark ya 
Spirtual Problem Solver 
We (cll) Possess This

Tipping Point
Deep like Finnegan's Wake, Eubie Blake, the rumble of a 9-point quake
Deep Like Stevie's Wondrous compositions, cs I'm so Overjoyed by your

c.B.1.2
D-McGrew
Yo, we on that ground twenty-four seven, man

I need a big drop 
I tell 'em this my time, no Tik Tok
Stuck on the grind, grind,

It wasnt Shìt you can tell us 

I told Johnisha 
That we gotta do better 

First we lost lil Rell 
cnd that shit hard me 4Ever 

I'm at war with myself

I won't tell you about the nice surprise she woke me up to after EDC but I'm sure a log will be all over her blog if she ever hears this song and if

Damn...
I done woke up gay again...
I guess y'all can stop checkin' that...

Go Check it again, put a brand to my name 
Did it all as a lame, no

can feel like a chore
Rinse and repeat, I'm sick of me
Wouldn't you agree, I'm too tired to sleep
Sometimes it feels like the world's just passing me by

Said take it this is your throne
On top just like the o-zone
Flying higher than your zone
An Avenger the Endgame
Thanos, a ring with more than 4 stones

I don't talk my tongue be a razor
Why na ur man di ever be the traitor
Under sun when i drip i dey mockor
Turn off the club lights power failure

so delicate 
Ever since my brothers  died my feelings been irreverent 
Working hard trying to feed the fam like a Mexican (cllriigght)

Fat boy for

Lowkey
I be feeling feeling lonely
Baby
Would come and save me
I can't lie Believe me
Oh Fimy
Don't you ever leave me
3ba nu sa m3y3 saadii
Ni3 kumi

no smoke with my bro we don't fold
You don't want no smoke with my bro we don't fold, down yo block throwing up them 4's
And a pole hit yo dome you

This beat ain't funk 'cuz it's exactly on beat
And the same 4 chords are served too neat
And he got real pissed and he had to take a seat
Did he ever

a four, lil' nigga, I can't even talk
This nigga a bitch, came to my house, dick was so good, I made her walk
Sippin' on codeine, bet you won't ever hear me

Call me the Maestro, the tight flowing psycho
That gets the whole night blowing like nitro
You'll catch a cardiac-arrest or a heart-attack
Where ever

is my son, he is the best
Number two is my guitar,  because it is second best
Number three is his scars, left by that witch
Number four should be you,

you started it
Why are you walking in
Told you bout bargin in
I am like Hardin, bitch
Four quarters saucin' shit
Step in my office
Cause boulders

It's 4 in the morning 

I been Thinking all night

Would I ever make it?

Really I'm trynna take flight

I been thinking If I blow up 

Do I really

the flames from your asses `cus I'm a strange ass
4-5 years in this shit
Not ever blasted
At least I left a mark in history
And y'all flabbergasted
A whole

So the top is where I'm headed
I'm the hottest in the city
Dont y'all know young xrosss is Blowing up
Harder than ever
They blast my music when I'm

(And one, and two)
(And one and two and three)
(Four, five)

For some hours I kick myself out my own home
To the use of nobody else other than myself

dead, he 6 feet under with no peep or movement
5 foes down, 4 by my side, nigga, keep it pushing
Top 3 nigga, but not 2, you get 1 guess
Got me screwed,