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underground, hunkered down
Pent up everything, while I shut out everyone around
In the thick of it you think you'll never get to live the end of it
Until it

my home of fuck you know me
One day running my mouth is gonna get me in trouble
But I put in double
Double the work they ever could fathom
Like

cock up
I get it wet, I get it steamy like a hot tub
Bubbling I’m guzzling it up then I ride
Spinning me around grip it keep it inside
Spinning me around

mood to speak
Fair enough? Is that alright with you
Cuz I’m alright, too, so don’t worry bout me none
God knows both of us have got a thousand other

ya little feelings
Then Why did you get me started
I ain't ya average lady
My purpose a lil bigger
I came up with them goblins
We from down er by da

they're throwing at me
I'm just tryna be free
Maybe leave
A mark on the world
Make something special for you to unfurl
Just wanna be the hero in the end

up by greed
I see them mixing wants & needs
More time tryna get paper paper
Late nights, do it for the P
Louis V, Alex McQueen
Tryna be relevant out in

and I cast my spells when I move my tongue in intricate ways
I'm sun charged absorbing light codes
The Ancestor's will in my veins
Guided by divine wisdom

are in park
Stored inside a garage in the dark
Til' I get the parts
Put it all together with every new endeavor
I'm bout to take it to the top like

form
Got the strength in the numbers
Warriors baby it's flex time
Mike Jack Smoot Criminal I get away with the crime
Dominating in two sports I'm always

artistry
Stop trying to be marketable and be remarkable
Leave a mark and spark a revolution with your audio
Regardless if you hit the charts they oughta see

gon know bout ThaKydd skinny dude with the beads that lil nigga be rapping his ass off
I just cop a new whip and I got a new bitch ima leave tire marks

when it comes to others
P enough to mack up ya mother, cooler than the AC in the summertime
Bout time Gumpy get back on his fucking grind Dreamer's Tape

my gun ain't on my night stand
Dreaming bout bre shit like that make me get out the bed
Mixing adderol & codeine not to lose my head
Telling me you

I guess I'm back for another one this seems far from the finish
If you don't know me by now give me a minute to mention
Chubby nigga with

I don’t worry bout 
Needing vacation
rather take a nap 
then get back to baking 

Ice in my veins
Like dlo
Every shot I take is a free throw
Till

I was looking for somebody just to talk to
Not somebody that want my body for his own use
Don't need your money I can get that on my own boo
There's

All that subbin 
They b doin on the internet is actin

Slight swag it dont cost much
Im bout to press another play and b bossed up
Im tryna ball like mj

a case
Gave my name away and started lying to my face
I dont fuck with liars they get to my head
Im filled up with demons lets put em to bed
You frontin

""FLYING WITHOUT WINGS""  

written by: Mark Spiro and Michael 
Thompson 


You Set Em Up
To Watch who you trust in
Just knock em down
Making sure

normally
Uhh, Uhuh
In the mornin
Mean more to me
Uhuh, Uhuh
Been so sick catch
A cold in a desert
Say u bout you
Buisness but I'm
All for the pleasure
X mark

Alright, here we go
Here's a little story 'bout my Obese Kidz
Look a little funny but they don't have SIDS
I think they drink and they BO stink
And when they

got alarms for that
Facts, won't hit the snooze when I'm on the track
If X marks the spot then I'm on the map
I kill a verse, get the hearse, you can

went to the store
She got minute for a nigga, get mark set go
Stick to the plan, little nigga, don't take too long
By the time you can finish, and be