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out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty

They said I wouldn’t make it then I later made it 
The album bouta take off cause I had to wait off
Imma spin around your ends we won the face off

her nose down, that's just how she face it
Please can we go homeopathic?
We in the basement, but she's floating too the attic
I ain't got the time for

know what we about to do
I Got models in Vegas
With the cutest faces
Catching flights for the night
We hitting different places
She Tell her man’s hit

Nikidrop album watashtuka
Extra hours kwa booth siezi choka
Nafanya vitu wajawai fanya
Hide your feelings bana
Watakupenda sametime watahate
They

a mission
I’ll be damned if these foos come tripping on us
If they try to then they gonna be some goners
No hand out I got this by myself for real
I done paid

out this maze
Of constant regret and constant rethink
I need to rethink
If my last album was more than just an escape
For revenge
I have every reason

down to it
You know I put in work
West coast, east coast
Any wave I surf
Around the world
My music is getting played
We manifesting the plot
The album is

the hate
Block me then just add me cause you miss my voice
On your mind when you're high or when your day gets ruined by some fucking date
And with all

lying when I said I had an album on the way
I'm not like these fuck-ass rappers, yeah, they cap anyways
Niggas broke as hell and they get their clothes

In your face I scream
Finger pointed
In guarded stance
You'll listen

If you'd like to share
New thoughts, new ideas
Welcome in
Welcome in
If you're

down to it
You know I put in work
West coast, east coast
Any wave I surf
Around the world
My music is getting played
We manifesting the plot
The album is

realized, It made my soul dark
But In this life, hope I play it right by playing my own cards
Hope I don't crash in this challenger, this shit fast-paced
Been

and I ain't touching insulin
Getting gas every few days because I burn it quick
Every time I play the album use a lot of glycerin
Bitch I come back for

only hatred
When they took us from our homes
And they took away our language
Cut our hair and shaved our faces
And gave us strange new names
Who needs

the while she hiding she be breaking your back now
I keep my
Fuckboys on a collar and leash, I got a
Whole album with no call to release, I got no
Real need

albums
Like it's episodes
they still don't believe in me
But wanna see how far I go
Lately I been hearing voices
In my head when I'm alone
I hate when

had to get you in my bed
So the weeks roll by and what do you know
We hang one night and shit goes down
But she promised she wasn't a hoe
Da na nothing

prescription
Or they just ain't have objective vision
How could I blame them
For me to stay reluctant
I could only admire that they were brave enough to face

close if I know you do not pretend
And that list gets smaller by the day, slip up
Pupils get too big and then they trip up
Playing with inverse words in

Tell her come do the gang she a eater
Hundred k give me pin to the visa
Ain't impressed by the racks then I need her
You ain't rocking wit us then you

moving

Touring cities with my n*ggas, jackpot
We deep up in the hottest spots
Protected by the hottest shots
We in the seats where n*ggas know we top

“Lesbionicle Chronicle”by Rhune Kincaid and Diana Van De Kamp
Diana:I’ve got Joanie from Mad Men in my sights, And Kate Upton in a lingerie pillow

Pull up in a SRT I'm Speeding
Pretty face but I swear that bitch a demon
Hit it once now I swear that hoe is fiending
Oh my God, holy shit
Bitch I'm