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Beefing with my Haters maybe They Jealous coz they ain't
Getting paper its not
My Fault you a Lazy
Bum that road to Success i don't Wanna walk I wanna Run

all his ends and tell all my friends
We gon be lit by the weekend...yeah that's right
I got the nigga for all he got 
He used to be that nigga now my

Well she's first at the bar on giro day
First out the cab when it's time to pay
Woah, she's got a bum knee
A name like a deity

Oh she's got red card

Burrberyy jacket got a Glock i gotta tuck it 
Drive by see that nigga i gotta pop him 
Sippin double cup, nigga we aint drinking lean 
Fuck that

hard to speak?
Getting harder to swallow and breathe
By the minute, see

Puke my guts out
Hack and couch my lungs out
Stash is running low
So i better

Like a bum on the street
I am begging you for change
Cuz the world has gone insane
We only think about ourselves when we steady switching lanes

your crown like Jacky on a hill
The band's still playing but they're muffled by the heartbeat in your ears
You better get your shit together in

by myself on the sofa
I ain't giving in just yet this ain't over
Living in sin need a four leafed clover
And some closure, hold composure
While my

trying to make it out the mud 
Are you still excited by those bum's 
Now you growned, and all hasty to be mom 
I missed prom
I losed bond's
Lost more than

by, just like the cars that are on the road
And it's fine when a grinner makes a fortune
But can't tithe, just like the bum with the broken heart

sirens
It's wild
Hit the booth and cry out
Make a song that's timeless
Bum's out on the corner
They're there to remind us
When I open eyes I decided that I

To Scottie Pippen rapu Bitman Baku Hitman Ja na szlaku cisnę pociskiem

Żaden z Was nie ma mocy nie ma sił by
Mógł stanąć mi na drodze mnie zatrzymać
Bo zbyt

spit who box this
Turn explorer Dora to horrorcore bum rapper
Tour to tour from door to door morning after
Pills for girlies that squeal slipped on that

as she heard them Sirins hold up 
My people need a breather 
You see us rolling reefer
Wit a bad one Trina kick it no fifa
Ms Bonita Apple bottom Bum
You

Hop in the shower, sober up
Thought I'd change by summer but
It's october love
Still so young, got aces up my sleeve

Hop in my car drive down

Think she want something from me
Three days same clothes, yeah the fit look bum
But I got two phones cause they keep copping from me
Soleil a real estate

conversation
seemed to drone

oh what a pity 
about that boy from OK City
who left his mama waiting 
by the phone, by the phone

Towers and tycoons
taxi cabs

eyes[01:17.41]Heat me up quick when he grab me by the thighs[01:19.71]The way I watch my nigga back, you would think I'm his spy[01:22.15]But aye, back to the bum

change I just grew for the better
I took a loss took a break for a second
Up by the hour I told you I--
Ayo, this beat sound like a million Bucs
Go

through the hood pack by my side
Ain't got a badass bitch to ride with me gotta be real and she gotta be fly indeed
Can't catch me fucking with no bum ass

favours and he embarrassed us by slapping us in public when we were younger 
In Tunisia, he slapped my sister on the bum so many times that another tourist

I have your attention
I just need y'all to listen
I just need y'all to picture going down this road
Yeah, this road called life

Know I'm by your side

a dead motherfucker
Break my bones cuz I ain't made of rubber
Why you such a bum
Spread your wings, don't flutter
Sitting in the open I ain't trynna find

The apples steady falling from the tree,
Ok ok.

Litty galore, trippy alure. Give me some more, 
Hippy noir, trilly accords.
Live by the sword 
die by