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Pastor don't be on that bullsh*t

cin't you off to a hell of a start 
In the state of New York getting knocked like you ain't get a degree outta

Money, yeah
Money to be made
And I just want it right now
Please get down or lie down
When I'm in the grave
I need everything iced out
Dying is

Killing Spree

Defari

Black Mask [Clean]

1999

[defari]
A different caliber of mc
This track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of first degree soundbwoy murder
Unlike anything

Killing Spree

Defari

Focused Daily

1999

Dem pussy-clat boy nah wanna see me

You was stone cold lying by the full wack rhyme writing
If I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter,

was lobbyin' the time we spent
Played it down, powered forward
Compared to back then, oh
I was waitin' to see what my body says (body says)
Could

with me behind
Always talking shit drag my name right through the dirt
You always talking them play it back and hit reverse
Take out h and t catch it

guys raised a family is it something I cant see?
Confused by why I’m here its been 22 years
Feel the time slipping away I cant lie I'm so afraid

swelter
After banquet and soiree
When spiced wine and song
Have further heated veins
To the ninth degree as tenacula
Hold another body in their sway
Gilles

On the outline n 
They been throwing shade but it's my time an

I'm elevated now I'm feeling divine 
Im feeling good like its my time 
I been burnt to a third

got to know where your class is at
Ever since then I said I just ain't looking back
Like a cicada it's takes many years to perfect
The vision of it all

stressed out
By the way you stick your neck out
No stress now
Lay back
And let your head down
I know your scared of commitment
I get it
You loved them

Gotta reject the charter start a new chapter
TJ with the pen, don't judge a book by its cover

Hit the 3 point shot for the win at Saratoga
We

as fuck
You're second your minute's up
It's clockwork knowing you'll miss your punch
Throwing hands, Rolex your six and bust
Watch your back my Tag gets

too frightened to stay in my car
And I'd take it all back, but we're too torn apart
And I'm proud of where both of us are
Still, the future miss me

This sunsets nice, got a drink - cold ice
And for dinner Imma get a kebab with brown rice
Its alright on the Aegean coast
I got a couple brown honeys

Or the judge made an error
Your honour, who do you honour?
My era behind bars, cornered
To what degree can I change my corner?
Who sets these bars?
Setback back

bitch, come and take off your clothes
Hit from the back, I might nut on her nose
If she don't fuck, she can go walk home
I took his bitch, made her touch

speak my truth, you call it fallacy, it’s still in my biography
Tryna count it all up and hide from sallie Mae
That degree was good but not enough for me

where
People say gotta run it back
I want that music
Where niggas just wanna chase a stack
I want that music
Where heartbreaks
Make you want them racks

all we gotta grow 

Holded the back, people lack in the knowledge 
Perfect? But not into college
Got a degree.. the thoughts are in blockade
So I'm

I don’t feel so good
Cause I’ve been scrolling through
My feed and saw you there
It brought me back to school
You should’ve seen me then
So sure I

crossed by all my brothers ain't no hurting me
She say the love you shit will give you first degree
Ima pop one of these niggas they keep playing with me

I jumped from a big rock
Saw the blue waves when I dropped
On my back, it hurt a lot
It's not so bad, so why am I so sad?
Getting my green card
Was

Counting money
Counting money
By the coastline
Boss type of shit
I can't lose my mind over regular shit
Always watching my back
Over my six
Cause jealousy