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Hey do you know that Kauzum
The kid who asks what's poping
The one who reps Sin City
On his back without a problem
He's the dude that is yo homie

heavy statements
My generation, didn’t provide it in they statements
Rather divide each other by they pigmentation
They walk past the top spot often like

I'm dope and they all buyers
I'm the nicest
And I swear to God
I ain't at all biased
Team ain't full of gangsters
But we ain't ever let no frauds by

Little bitty pretty one
You comin' up really fast (Whoa)
You've grown up so much
Since the last time I saw you
Thoughts full of empathy
And energy

funny my time can't get wasted, the pack got a odor, it smell like Jamaica

Use your imagination, cook up a bag and serve it hot 
Gotta move quick, don't

Hey yo
Fuck these lil hoes, I ain't mean no sex offenders
Step into the ring, she thinks she the next contender
Hoe said she could rap, but ain't got

I'm leaking a classic
Shit happens yes I'm sticking to rapping 
And if you aint got it by now you probably got a thick skull
Yo Jacob lets get them

makes me a better human being?
Yo
Time mends when you put forth
Burn the pictures of the past for the warmth
Turn the key, leave and move up north
You

(Chorus): 95 on 95

I'm boulder (bolder) than Colorado, losing is not an option and its not my bravado, and time waits for no one, my nigga so fuck yo movado,

night
My, you were looking fine
Boy, how I'd like to make you mine
But we've spun around this board
One too many times
You're playing by the rules

Moving forward even if it means I'm moving slowly
Life is moving rapidly, I'm focused on the glory, aye

Focused on my time yeah it's my moment
Feeling

on second thought's don't
You won't need it grab your shades this sun is full blown!
I'm just looking for a greeting, for a reason
Or some meaning why I'm

trash
Bag you up and throw you out the back door like a party pack
I'm never parting teams parting tree like parting seas
pardon me I'm a full time

but they burned Tulsa Oklahoma up
At this point if I stole all yo fans it's no chore to me damn
Lyrics so sick that it kills then resurrects just so it

zapata
You can't tell me nada
Need all the clout like I need abbondaza
Shit like a movie, we live in a plaza
Remember that time when she stripped like

Get this shit legit until they never can mistake me
In my shoes? Nah you could never lace these
In a bigger size by the time you get inside
Coming for

provoked
Turn off yo location baby he ain't gotta know
Gender switch roles cuz her nigga got expose
Why I keep attracting these relationship hoes
Go back it

Living life in the fast lane 
No time for the fake and the past game
Fighting for a big bag bae
Waking up and have a bad day
I'm alone by myself now

but they burned Tulsa Oklahoma up
At this point if I stole all yo fans it's no chore to me damn
Lyrics so sick that it kills then resurrects just so it

AK's by the time I turn 47
47 Ronin
That silencer will hit you like it's 47 Jounin
My goons be barbaric like it's 47 Conans
Ain't a damn thang funny, it

Compton
Turbo, I never listened to my mother
It went in one ear, and out the other
Ran my gang so undercover
Call a girl out a name, yo I ain't no lover
I'm

Fuck for an hour, make that pussy late
Full course meal, get your pussy ate
Like you know what you want and you know how to get it
You back that shit up

Don't act like I don't see you creeping
Fucking with me on a Thursday
You'll end up dead by the weekend
Don't even ask for the surname
Cause you are

Draw the lines no cordoroys, take your places
Zoomin by the rowdy boys, like we racin
Raging hate like they on Roids, fix ya face man
Gone with the pack