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these evil dreams when I close my eyes
Waking up going ghost damn it's like they thought I died
Couldn't give one fuck, two fucks
A red fuck a blue fuck

the mirror
Layin' off Percs so I start thinkin' clearer
I grab my 7.62 then I started to gear up
Dyke man ass bitch 
You scared for your life
He started

From chalked pavements
Metal stainless
MIA's unsolved cases
Tees stained ain't no props
Them red drops ain't strawberry flavored
Shit get hot gon

too
Pop it
Young nigga slide with a mask on, nah
He ain't Jason, they think you sweet
They gon' take it in all black like Undertaker
These niggas sweet

no red wine
Mummy no se na she get the right son for the spotlight

I dey with boys wey hustle far
In Ib grades, we be CR7
We no too talk too much
When

at Knight
So if you round tables I authored then my penning I might
Pull my weapon out an rock-a-by baby my baby was right
Life's a bitch who needs some dick

Oh my I go stu stu stupid on wax,nigga relax 
Two tears in a bucket, that tap liquid in fact
I don't see death as a tragical lost or see it black
I

your mind
Let's go
Big up Ferrari, Gon be Mr Ferrari by 
The time y'all hear this 
Tell ya'll ex's gwan big up your batti 
Am talking legendary booty

drowning
In dat purple Indigo
Ain't no way you can sail the 7 seas
Without coming by ha
Mommy far from a queen
She one up
She'll wake ya sons up
Yo soldiers

NBA, I’m pulling off, like Harley
Matador, had a red flag, was a state of war, I got jet lag
Yeah in my brain, was a burning plane
Coming down down down

There'll be men drinking whiskey to forget their lives

So Jamison or Glenfiddich It don't matter 'cause they'll drink it
Black label, red or white just pour

seriously, this is not a test
What's the point of doing it, if I ain't trying to be the best
If you come at me, I'm aiming at your chest
Red dot, killshot,

referring to what they given us  
Definition of ya ending I start where you finish 
It's   capital PA you know he don't play 
Nasdaq of the black rap boa

out of bed, grab my pencil lead
Fuck textbooks I get my black-book instead
Double dose coffee to wake me from the dead
Spray on coats of Ralph Lauren,

how you can fly by kicking 7 plys
I'm just a bowl guy, a cruiser till I die
No matter what wheels I feel a calming fear inside
Let me reset my mind, get

will not miss
I'm bout to splash, all this red, in the field, just like Chris
They call me Agent fourty seven, Hitman him right off my list

Hold up wait

don't think I'll take it back
If I see a red door
I'll paint that fucker black
I am not a toilet
I'm not taking crap
No ones sitting on me
And I'll never

to every diary, a new low
Elon talking Mars I hope he listening to Bruno
I know ima a star, boy fire like he Zuko
Lucky 7's, handle European like i'm Kukoc

The BX that's right is where my story begins North Central was the spot I was conceived in 7:46 sunrise the doctor reached and a star was born cold

was always by my side
I thought it'd never change
Like how'd I get this way

I got one last brain cell
To ruin my day
So I'ma give it away

I had 99

a silencer tho i'm like hitman hoe
Agent 47 with these lethal weapons, I know where you stay you leave the house at 7
Me and the boys run in that bitch we out

at Knight
So if you round tables I authored then my penning I might
Pull my weapon out an rock-a-by baby my baby was right
Life's a bitch who needs some dick

Don't go blind when the lights flash
Eyes roll back inside my mind's cracked
They bide their time till the sky's black
Take a big, bright red pill from my

listening who's speaking and who's fidgeting
Loose change in the cup holder for fuel or rent
Peace by design kick sheets off the mattress
King