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can't leave until I make a mark
And no I'm not calling you dad
I turned 14 and you have been gone
I'm not tired I'm making this bread
And my pockets stay

di place black dynamite
Light the fuse, Scotty drip cyanide
(Ooo -oo) Kill em softly again
Tell the truth what did you expect

Red rooms, russian

they can't reach us,
I bless her with dick, but I ain't no preacher
You ain't my bitch then I ain't gon' eat you
Ain't shit new to me bitch, I been

the past, I can get her now
Didn't use to smoke, we Oscar Grouch the cone, we lit it now
Smokin' start to scream, to speak to thee, I guess it's getting loud

Used to rock the Truey jeans with a black singlet
And I still rock True cunt
But I'm rocking Laguna
When you sung at your show you were off by a couple

ever take this from me, please don't take this wrongly, you have no idea
How long I'm waitin' for this moment, patient I've been dormant, waitin' by

Lost in the dark
No light to follow
A black sheep with no wool to borrow
Gave it all away
Piece by piece
Now feeling empty

Stripped of release
In

Post up in the trap all by lonesome with more milly's
All these niggas talking with no sense they need more 50s
Turning 16 getting big so don't act

And the bro neno
Like keys to a note
I got d for her throat
Riding with my nigga toke
Playing some baby goat
It was bitches on me
Johnny bravo
I'm feeling like

Take in this moment, life goes by so fast
If there's one thing ahead that you should know
It's that no matter what happens I'll still love you tomorrow

bitch from summer wanna fuck I said "Um, no pass."
Now me and my girl see her in the hall and say "What is that"
You never had a chance with me, so shut

Controlling then my mind goes black
It's over feel like im in Iraq
For surely you were my climax
No soul to you
Surrounding yourself with the fakes
You don't

gone hit her with the vroom no brakes
It's lit for the weekend
Say she from Canada
Love how I'm speaking
Peep my vernacular like Dracula I'm seeking
My

when I'm up to bat but there's no cave
Diamonds dancing on my pinky like I'm in a rave
Always chasing checks like a nigga need a raise
Fake injury, I

emaciated
Q looking ass mugging hard
No one in my circle is well
Day Day want the smoke like Friday

But nothings going my way
Now i wake up in marriot
She

nauseous
I don't think they understand quite what it's going to cost them
Gun in my hole yo weight on my shoulders I feel like we Bonnie and Clyde okay
No

summer
Pullin' up by myself, but in a Hummer

First to do it in black like Obama
Remember thuggin' it in a Honda
Now my thugs and them at the Bahamas
Quit

ain't spilling out my wock this shit a trillion by the liter
I get the bitch and then I drop and I don't motherfucking keep her
I'm a fucking reaper type

had to hit the lick

How you think I got all this shit? No, I ain't selling bricks
Don't fuck with the shit
We in all black attire, niggas scared I'm

Like diamond, bitch I'm never folding (uh)

Ou, she thicc, I'ma give
That bitch my dick
Then I make her split
I can't have no hoe in my crib
'Cause

Ahí van los corderos
Con las manos sucias
A perder el pelo
Ciegos de mentira

Los meros mortales
No se imaginaban
Que éramos capaces
De tanta

game and my shit always gon' enhance her
The way I spit flames, you thought I'd had a cancer

No smoke with these niggas, I can't end up in the slammer

this instant
There's probable odds that no one will

Oooh yeah! I'm right in my sweet spot
Tighten my knot to my life as a zealot
Like it or not I've

whenever, I wish that I never met her
We so good together, we get together
Shawty it's a pleasure, I get the pleasure
All black fit, leather, Mr. Wicked