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sketchin'
Bullets rippin' through skin tissue
Hell naw nigga we ain't miss you LSR gang we're tryin' to stop a nuclear missile
Nowadays people seems so fickle

shining bright
Waitin for you to open your eyes
We all feel black and blue sometimes
Don't keep your feelings underground
Find your brothers say em loud

foggy everyone's here
I'm all by myself but we all miss you dog
Love peace safety—you know it
(Beep Beep Beep)
Yeah of course I know my drug consumption

Look into her eyes watch em sparkle
Grab her by her soft curls
While I'm hitting from back
Got her all tied up
Talking all strings attached
Want a man

divas, I got bitches on the side
Puffin smoke, selling dope, at the same damn time nigga
I'm a top dog, I'm looking down
Rolling by the O, we space

to

Then enemies rot in their coffins so bad you Can smell the fumes of freedom in the air and The stop signs giving clue
Fuck with me I'll Teach you how

face while im giving dick
Bitches think they got to me when they posted a pic
Free press for cornelly, dont be silly, by 25 we gone have a milly, still

is over

Yeah 
It's fuckin over
Like an addict going sober
Black magic, add a clover.
To the recipe in order.
To end the bipolar disorder
Of every

be delt with by means most awful and ruthless  
So, that when they hear them cry
Not one more shall try 
To defy him! 

Death has come!
Slaughter !

me I dey want more 
Ha, I'm so black I love my backdrop
Haters want try me but they can't stop, yeah 
I hold tight like an anchor
I get peace of mind

Fuck past insecurities family only get by with social security I need a cleanse take all the meds cause you know ima binge don't make amends cause Im

a switch
Black dickies goin' on licks I'm talm bout thumpin' through shit
We sent his bitch ass to heaven, the ref had countin' eleven that trackhawk sound

Painted red
Lying dead
In the middle of the street
Stiff hands
Cold floors
Nothing about it is unique
Painted black
Heart attack
And not the one

a timebomb
My body's overrun
The past replays, it won't stop till my mind goes numb
Wish it would wash away
My soul's a dead display
Of everything in my life

play like de Lakers woah

Hands tied street got to de nigga
Red and Black
Handy bag
Blicky loaded

Outside Bobby Lee but couldn't laugh much

Gucci,

the shit we're keeping up inside

Now a hoe I wouldn't love but you caught me by surprise
I don't know? Maybe feelings might be stronger on my side
I don't

got a ounce in the bag every-time I Vacuum
You all sizzle no steak If we beefing its Wagyu
Written in stone, Medusa done made you a statue

All black

They said no Kizzy rap for real
Lil' headtap pop out the cut that boy done caught a  cap for real
Load up, black truck, before we slide, I had

Now I'm in my zone and that's a fact

Nobody Knows, sipping on yak
I was serving up black
I was smoking on sheng now I'm smoking on runts
Got an ounce

is overshadowed by a dance trend (dance trend)
So better rise, throw their ammo off the bank's end (bank's end)
The entire world is crying to just stop

ain't told a fuckin joke
Stop tryna prove you got some money
To them bitches who be broke
Black bandana with my fitted
I get busy that's no kizzy
Had

Hitting them semi-roams
From my Louis backpack
Now stop
Man I'm so fly
Balenciaga, yaga
Suck on a mada, mada, yada, yada
What's the song
That's my choppa,

Hell did you know
did you know
You came from Hell did you know
Oh oo oh, oh-oo oh oh oh
Wa-oh oo oh oh oo wa oh oh oh oh
Checkerboard is black an white

and the hoes fuckin
Runnin' crib by myself cause the bros tuckin
Master cards ranked me up, now I'm pro punchin

Throwin' hooks at the site like I'm Mike Tyson