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going crazy
Giving pipe to your old lady
White on white like slime shady
6 9 how the clips spraying
Dragon balls cross your bitch face
Super Sayin cuz I'm

here on my grind 
Putting money in your com
Checking up on your moms 
Making sure your little brother good
And not committing crimes
Hope you do the same

They tried to kill off Cthulhu 
And when they attacked, all that was left behind was a green mist
Little did they know that was how Cthulhu

Hmmmmm no justice no peace
Hate crime in our societies
Is a rampant disease
Better check your privilege before you judge and proceed
Before you talk

Hmmmmm no justice no peace
Hate crime in our societies
Is a rampant disease
Better check your privilege before you judge and proceed
Before you talk

stamina racing
The vet no animal patients
Trashing my name and a hand to your facial
Clap clap clap clap bullets hit you like a standing ovation
Twitter

reach
Me

Wrap your hands around my neck
Murder me with little death
Whisper prayers of blasphemy
Look for god inside of me
Let's taste each other's

really see/sea different
Popping off like a little league
Ready if somebody swing
I'm really to the t with it
Basil Hawkin ability
Pull your card, and when

just for a moment that it is real

A tragedy that does not affect our souls
A murder scene, your face is getting pale and cold
Criminal story from

This little bitch tryna eat the dick up
She know that I'm having bands
Behind that wall, I stand on wax
I beat a nigga with my hands

That nigga said he

Consent the god they worship
Till it don't go their way
Don't go vocal
Block on socials
Hope that she go away
They gone murder your context
This ain't no

Ride 2 Night

Z-Ro

Let the Truth Be Told [Chopped and Screwed]

2005

over us, and you'll be looking for your life my nigga 
I garuntee, that you will lose it 
(cause I'm a motherfucking fool with my hand tool, and I'm not

Come Gather Round

John Wesley Harding

Why We Fight

1992

Come gather round and listen, if you can get that near

If not, well use a microphone so all poor souls can hear

And hold hands in a circle,

a little a time
And invest it in the grind
Bye
Hi
Eatin that sweet corn
Hometown cookin been vibin with B Horn
I sell shotgun shells by the seashore
Been

you cool
I don't got no problem with Roze
Your chain on, I had in middle school though
My nigga it's a little rusty
Put some nail polish on that

across cool
Imagine being fairies soaking in the sun
Or a little pixie fellow drinking all his rum

Your fears consist of being stepped on, not about

at the hinge on the road I'm talking nine guy try to load I got a little money but it most be Holy hell with dirty still bitch around we catch we stretch out

a lifetime has passed me by
But you've always gone and made it better
And baby I need you to make me smile
My heart's been yours for all this time, and I'm

baow)
And you know that's one thing, we don't play
'cause we all GDK, if you Folk
Leave your brain split (GDK, GDK)
They like, "How the Crips doing
Tracks

these drugs im hurting
Scared niggas they make me nervous
You don't live your life with a purpose
My city they over purging
Little text she call it

I'm new to having everything I always wanted
Used to play catch all by myself I always caught it
I know that most my raps all probably little morbid

To be, gang, no lying, my little tray, free KD, for five, blaze, mm, mm, okay, okay, wa-da-wa-da-wa-da
Walk his ass down with his stick, okay
Walk

probably would've left your mans, that ain't one hundred, dawg
See nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta shit but cry

and be beautiful
What do you say
Will you come
Right back
Take my hand
Just relax
Trust in me
Take my love
Give me yours
Keep it latched
On to me
Ima hold