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a noose now
Losing my breath at your hands
Is it your appetite? Is it lust, is it spite
I don't wanna know what you've planned
Now my temperature's dropped

This a torch you won’t peep me passing. And if you ever smell death in the air, that’s just me, I’m wreaking havoc. So get to scrappin your filler. I’m

rhyme 
If you pulling up 
Don't be coming with your hand out

Never gonna shake it less I'm baking with the gang
Got shooters on some scooters disappear

To every competitor, and to any challenger
Have, gold bullets rocking
Inside your temple, metallica
What happens when murder and
Mix 'em with Galaga

gotta put yourself first

You gotta stop wasting time, and get on your grindin 
You the only guy that you can rely on
She on your mind, but she in

pray to the lord like fuck a wish nigga
If I ever shoot my shot you hearin' swish nigga
If you ever shoot your shot you gonna miss nigga
I don't have no

times
Girl you got me dizzy
Hopped in the Benz
Lite one to keep my mind off the city
Momma told me never mix trust with forgiveness
Shit hard to clean

to stop, only word I hear is please
What you saying, bitch, boy? I'm not laughing in your face
I'm trying to take your place at the end of the table
I'm

world, his life was in my hands
Watch your back for all them snakes, because they seem to reel me in
It's somethin' in my mind and I think it's demons
We

and sunrises
So let's shout to every nation
It's a tropical vacation
Got my slides
You got your flip flops
Don't stop
Got a mix playing of the best country

that work, that work, that work
King Ju in another hit, got my brothers on the mix
Start a new wave in this bitch, got a new word for this bitch
I don't

you can pry this mic from colder hands
You've got no chance and you get no love
Like no one wants to hold your hand
I don't care about you nerds with

mix
Surrounded by investors, dope dealers, and pretty chicks
Minus the ‘R’ cuz they more petty
But porn heavy
Don’t ask how I’m built, cuz I was born

a taste
I wouldn't care if it was yours
I'm putting food on my plate
Only here by grace
A born sinner
That can mix with the saints
A scorned n***a
From

still I'm manic
It's everyday, I bet you'd panic
Personally I wouldn't have it
It's when I'm sane my brain canny hack it
I love spitting just don't forget

Mind of a Sick Man

Mr. Shadow

Can't Hide From Shadow

2000

a fool die like a bitch
But that's the way it goes
When you're got up in the mix you trick

[Chorus]
It's the mind of a sick man
But can you blame me

a chemist when I'm fucking with the vic
I see my nigga get sick off the mix
Street life nigga get in it and get it right
Tomorrow ain't promised you could die

with her heart breaking
I'll kill us both I don't give a fuck I'll do it laughing (haha)
Chill I'm just playin I'm a little mind flying like a plane
I'm

a different universe

My voice cuts through the mix, it's done by design
Compression hitting hard, so I can dig into your mind
These tracks are for one race,

G19 came with a laser
If that's your bitch, why the fuck you can't tame her?
She see the gang and she want us to take her
We was like, "nah!" 'cause

the cup
Press me 'til I've had enough
But you don't wanna test your luck
Lemonyello think he tough
Dirty Golden cheefin' blunts
He make the beat, I spit

love if you get 100 at a time
I don't need no gps I can get there by the signs
Riding with somebody bitch I dont know she ain't mine
Gotta a plug

I don't mind if she wanna stay late[00:18.07]Weightless leaves in the rain desert by the sea wasted[00:21.38]I twist papes and drink late I've kissed

N****s hate but I'm immune
Don't give a f**k about you
No I don't give a f**k about you
Making money while I sip hennessy
Then I blow that money like your