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till I blow
Like a crow bitch I'm flow
You reap what you sow
Woke up with 2 by 4
But I didn't go to Lowe's
Everyone saying yo
Got me saying woah
Heh

A fuck to give's
A 404, A life I live's
Behind the 808's
Im not tryna meet my fate
By falling to the stuff and violence
So I spit over happy sounding beats

Was always my intention
Sometimes things just don't work out
The way that you envision
The mission transitioned to something new
Distracted by something

Immigrant Dreams, día a día ni importa cuán duro
This is zieed with Nefta on the beats
Even with my dream didn't know we would meet
While Learnin you teach

this shit is all me

I never prayed to god I prayed to Kanye
Chronic chronic smoker word to Andre
Shawty look like Sade
Niggas beat the pavement when

Yeah
Detroit stand up
Yeah
Aye aye shout out to King Micah on the beat tho
Yerrrrrr....Look
They say more money more problems, but I ain't there yet

Mom knows me I don't play by the rules
Been a rare breed since I was in preschool
L.E.D lights trying to match my mood
I was focused on red now I'm

Aye man from now on when y'all mention me make sure y'all mention im the king of this shit
Nothing less
Finesse gang
Aight
Check the scoreboard I'm

your love no no I won't gamble with it
Want you by my side hoping out of Lamborghini's
You don't trust shit I know you got your reasons
Cause last time

me like a ballon
I'm not from the fisher but I am a fool
I'm a double H nigga you know what it do
I beat the pot till my wrist bruised
You niggas nuts

Knowing they can't keep pace with me
Saturn '09, no breaks with me
Girl so fine, so basically
It's my time so pray for me
I slay the beats
I keep receipts
I

(Yo)
(Look)
Who's violent? Compare me to Osiris
Flow like I'm tryna throat strike 'em
Mr. Provolt, I throw lightnin'
With enough thunder behind it

Song Title: Dashboard Confessions 
Songwriter by Blake Bowling & Will Plummer Key:  uknwn
INTRO
Verse 1.
Driving down this dead beat road clouds

and they don't know bought me
I'm the one whose goin hours off of those type beats
And a lot people tell me there's no one like me
And I agree but it's not

tell by her demeanor fuck it
Yeah, cut one for me and Dukington
Let's go
This what y'all be waiting for
What the opps be hating on
Put some extra hot

letting all the freaks in?
No Pull out game
Now Baby let that sink in
Sink on In
Sink on In
Gotcha legs shakin'
Now I'm bout to beat again
PARY
You never

I'm here to be heard
Trip and I swerve
Let's have a party
Throw shit and I'll serve
Way Zenii hop on the beat it's absurd
He's spitting facts you

yourself but not me
So why do you care so much
And share so much there is no stopping us
And if you must
Make mistakes
You'll find out if I
(Make it anymore

me - you say - but mine doesn't beat for you
If i fell for the stars would you bring back the sun?
If i died in your arms would i savour the touch?

everyday
They don't know me but they Talk i be building a fan base
And i'm blowin up that's fasho once I beat this case
Wasn't easy but i did it i had

strange
Sat by my self boy I thought about things
You been a lil fraud snake fangs Still get em whacked ain't a damn thing change
Know about me bitch don't

Ima blow your mind
Ahh ahh
Make you shake on the base of this dick while I grab on your neck
Make you face to the back watch me blow out your back
Take

And
Suddenly
Comment osez-vous nous mentir comme ça
Feel like Alucard. I'm different parts, but no beats, just bars and art
San Germaine, tortured

Lights Fashion Cars Money
Let me tell you about a man
That I used to know
I was only 17
But it Feel like many years ago
Living out my dreams
I was