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on me
Don't you pick it up
I've been sensing something's up
He just tryna cop a Hot Wheel
Now he's flying back doing cartwheels
He was only six
Blasted

up the meat, cat
Put some Creole on it, scat
Run through all your blockers, I'm a back
Rep the OG, that's a fact
Mia Khalifa, that's a flat
Fifties

And cock it back and blast that glabella
Aye
It'll happen any day
Don't you worry I am gonna find a way
You prolly think I'm trippin' but hey
No matter what

and what's to gain

I felt so down like I've done it before
I ask myself would I come back for more

I've read it all before in books
But this is more, more

darkness I can't see it no more
And Ima give back to my family when I make it alone
Alotta people tried to stop me but I blow up in smoke
Yuh, Blow up in

girl I helped you move back home
That's that shit I can't do no more
Comin up I can't miss the door
Guess I'll
Have to meet you at the upper floors
It's

the past like my a**
I ain't looking back at it
Automatically to ill
Guess that makes me illmatic
Love loyalty with the realest
Is all that really matters

regrets
Havin' money doesn't mean a thing

No use tryin' to look back now in dreams
Were flying high for all the world to see, to see

Gone are the signs

money. Flew where I never felt welcome

No I never, I never will go back
No I never, I never will go back

I dreamt of Portland, I dreamt of L.A.
Never

in got a Nike box wit straight dubs in
Blew a rack I'll get it back, got a job & I got a pack
Brought the gun that whoodie clap, said I don't gotta

wait for your rebirth
Gnawing away your defenseless prey
Didn't know that you could go this deep

You can find me in the back room
While we sing about

Get up off my derrière 
I tell these hoes shut up and take they ass  right over there
I go to slums and I still bring back a lil souvenir 
It's just

I don't wanna be here
No, I don't wanna be here
I don't wanna be here
No, I don't wanna be here
Take me back to the place, where I forget
I forget, I

Show me that you want me 
Bring your body close
Push that thing up on me 
We gone lose control
Wine upon it slowly
You my trophy
Throw it back like

Truthfully it's just you and me
Back drop lights bright half sun half city lights like
Car tunes bang spliff lit lit the city right right turn I'm

nest
Ape shit, Congo bonkers, bongo
Beating on my chest
Eating all these whack, wank, brats
Goin' brah, brah, brah
With my back pack raps
Yacked out,

from me but we refusin' oh yes
Go through the winter now we are bloomin' oh yes

Losin' all my energy losin' all my z's
I gotta get 'em back can someone

at this time, you don't understand 
In your grind, once or twice
Your hollywood grounds hold you
Back in time, it was a crime
Watch me now, you gotta watch

of months to check 
If I would come running back to being greeted with all the pieces 
Turn to arguments that I'd I'd fall into 
And now I'm right back where

I been sitting on the moon
Fucked up, i been looking after you
Didn't fit in back on earth there wasn't room 
For a being like myself
I've seen

Ona real gotta teach dese niggas lessons
If a nigga run up on me gotta stretch em 
I spend it den get it back so I ain't stressin, So stop callin me

nobody wanna pay me
Bitch I want my quarter back like I'm Tom Brady 
Once I write my name all the other ones fading
I'll I do is work while these

Pulled up
To the moe moe Witcha hoe hoe She let me
Run in Her
Front do
Back do
I beat up
Daat kat and
Her throat throat Now she weigh'n up The work

you poetry
But i can't seem to read you
See you looking back at me
It takes so much to please you
I don't want it any way
And you know i like to tease