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you stretched with that tech Ugh
From a 9 to a 40 you'll rest cheddar checked up
And bitches love these bum ass niggas easy to check on
Whipless driving

I smell poultry
Must be my razor blade
I hate this god damned country
So I slit my wrist again

Take me to the panic room
Put nine threads in my arm

shit to the table, do us a favor
And keep the fuck from round me 
It ain't no hard feelings just taking an extra mile, gotta love you from a distance
If

yeah I been eating good
Keep it on the low no I gotta let em know
I've been sitting so listen I gotta let it show
Need to blow c'mon bitches I really

I Love Livin In The City yeah I shoulda been in Fear
I feel like Takeoff the way they left me off Paul Revere
I cannot buy you a new life I was never

slipping shyt
Used to have to closed my eyes riding by them dealerships
Young nigga paid his dues but i still ain’t get no membership
Thought that i was cool

rich
Stay away if you always speaking past tense
Niggas always give they two cents making no sense
By any means I gotta get it my forever mood
Got me

the trippin
I've gone back to that green stuff
It makes me fucking loopy but I love the buzz bruz
I can't stand the thought of nine to five
But saying that I

your nigga work a 9 to 5,
I pick you up in that Benz and it's tinted so he can't see us when we speeding by
She off the reefer she geeking the lyrics she

contacts full on two phones
Last of five
Protected by Glocks and Nines
Smoke going up but it's still free to mine
It ain't no sex when we lock but I'm all

of the heights
And my love deficit got me livin' off likes
(INFLUENCERRRSSS!)
You should call me Marcel Marceau
Cuz by the time that I mime my growth
I'll be

Step out of your comfort zone
Nah decide to stay home
Everybody gotta seek their own
Everyone wants to reach
No one wants their own

Even when

deliver Def Jams, call me Rick Rubin
Big nine millimetre or the SIG shootin'
Brains hangin' out your wig, you a Fig Newton
Pie cooker, word to Jimmy

of honey boo?
And I don't mean to compare you to food
But I love how you turn the bedroom to a table for two
The way you move, did I mention your body so

the world is over pussy
Or by pussy cause most men will die for pussy
Cry for pussy, work 9 to 5 for pussy
They lie for pussy, they'll burn in hell fire for

everything to prove, while I pay my dues
Pagan bred flow, Cross me, make no mistake
The only thing I'll murder, pillage and rape
Are insects, beats and whack

there were 10 or 12 people taking a leak around me and I liked that you know. I like warm water is what I meant by that but I don't know why I go

It's cold outside
And a silver cloud hangs low over the morning skyline
There is no sound other than my heartbeat
And snowflakes dance like fireflies

It's cold outside
And a silver cloud hangs low over the morning skyline
There is no sound other than my heartbeat
And snowflakes dance like fireflies

fall in love, because it's all about progression
On my Big Daddy Kane shit, ain't no half steppin'

Then I'm right back to my money,
I'm always

niggas bumping my tracks take precaution
Don't like me no fat bitch, no push for the cushion
I like me a slender hoe or a slim big booty bitch
That's going

thoughts have fucked him
Over too many times
Now I got too many lines
Too many rhymes
Niggas carry semi's nines
Me I just carry a pen and a sheet
As I bury

ina d streets like yami bolo
Yeah me do it like yami bolo

Kush ina mi system
been a steam so mi blood get distilled
By 6 this maanin a 6ix mil
Dawg man

that my love is overrated, getting me onto a lifelong path of Twos
Intimacy, as scary as it seems, is inflated by the internet
As what you get for being