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We rocking our pride, Warwick Valley in our eyes
My history complicated but I try
I'll tell you one thing that the ego was burned alive
Tonight
on the table
Weeping looks better with eyes closed
While I'm confessing all my sins
It's getting hard to plook someone
But it all works out
It's all
A love of drug magic
Fire in the max cap beater need a beer from
His fierce drug habit's and
Heaters under the mattress
Love 'em all to death but I'm
nigga that like me that under the sun
I'm in love with this fashion soo I'm voting for Kanye
See the boots on my feet they the ones that say cunt
I found
pageant
High as the Eiffel baby don't panic
We be up late night like Jimmy Fallon
Eyes blood red like Carrie eatin' over here
Never been a fan of famine
tonight
Do you see the tears in the sky?
Do you see the love in my eyes?
I see your pain, disguised
Don't be afraid, oh I
I'll be right by your side
(Ride
Don't push me cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Consumption by the gallon
Flying high with them eagles y'all
Beware of my talons
Trading in my medallions
Cashing in my allowance
Late nights within the studio
a wish, close your eyes, and believe
I'll be home, home, home, home, home by Christmas Eve
And I know it's all on you, keep it together like you're glue
on the road, I'm still gon' get by
I would jump off a plane just to chill in the sky
Face-to-face with the clouds, lookin' at them in the eye
Yeah, boy you
Bodies make a quota
Interstellar soldier
Pull a drive by in a rover
Tell that pussy boy come roll up
Bitch I flip a bag of coca
Catch a dot no polka
is part of my show
Let em know who they fuckn wit yo: a rhyme wrangler
Tri-angular, push off the hillside strangler
Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off
under the seat right next to the scale.
If 12 open up the trunk we going to a cell
Put a switch on the glock and turnt they city up
Big ass knot in my
it's complicated
But now you're under my spell, there's no leaving
You're my blood bag baby
Need you by my side
I want to drain you
But I gotta keep you
you
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way
before my eyes
The memory of our first fight
Has just went by
Then I remember, that next September
You drove at night to see a guy
Who just happened to be
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
fuck do you mean
Run up a bag wit my bitch and my team
I wasn't shit, now I'm the shit
Double cup squirt and some DJ my shit
I fuck it up, I stay
to kill
Without any skill all we doing having chill
Icy wine, no time, all fine, we left it till...
Blazing summer, resting under pines
Waves on my ears,
suitcase and my garment bag
And my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball
And my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel
But finally I
foot on they knecks
I promise you need your own tennis shoe
You got a bag it’s Fendi too
Look at your shoes, it’s Jimmy Chu
You need a nigga that be in
nigga, don't
Act silly, bullets fly, little nigga
My bitch ain't Bonnie
But I'm Clyde with this nine or this spinner
(Spinner) , yeah bags under my eyes
This is just like listening
to a conversation being held
by the many people who congregate
on one of the most popular blocks
in the largest
sounds of thunder
Convince your morherfucking team to fall back it’s to late
We taking no prisoners
You under attack
By mister condition
Doctor strategy
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