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on a dime, whole new dimension of fun
Passing it by, look at the flames, all of the hell that we raise
Back in my room, cook in the booth, talk on the things

are combo bangers

God flow patterns
That's not grime (what is it?)
That's some "I'll meet you at the crossroad" ballad
You cyan play this game

adrenaline
I know you want more
Mirrors shakin' in the doors
Crankin' up the Justin Moore
Beer by the case
Comin' out of Lewis Country Store
Rebel flag hat,

this a plain jane pepsi
Give me the penalty like I'm messi
Wouldn't fuck the kid cus it could get messy
I needa get head so I might call jessi.
They cap

steps iron left with the bat swing
Another head cracked by the Louis V twister
Call it what you want
I be going hard
I be going raw
Raw like a dog
Raw

Okay, let's cook it
Jack. Jack
Wake up Jack. Jack
Can you hear me Jack

We are here live to report a very painful tragedy that just happened
So many

Emphasis got what you need
Sowed seeds my Harvest at top speeds
Sweated tears plus I made the block bleed
Took 20 felonies to trial can't stop me

Bitch

I used to count dat paper by Hand til they cramping 
Recounted twice all night 
That's what I call vamping
Workers got paid all my Shooters bought

want static I’m big cashing, hit the dash on the haters
Bust down my chain new flavors
You claim you the best but I’m greater
Told the boy stack the ends

my family stay supportive but they still call me it
I hate hearing myself talk I can't stand my own voice
But when I made Twentytwenty swear I knew

out of the whip they got drunk
Playing Call of Duty till the break of dawn
And they had stolen it at 3
AM up off their neighbor's lawn
It was a piece

back that's what you call a give and go
I swear to god ain't shit to prove niggas should already kno
At yo door like mailman and stockton you get picked

dare call me a new fish
I drip like the ocean you just sitting by the pool bitch
This What You Want
Hey
Drop it down came back with a uppercut
Hey
Didn't

Drill straight out New York how he love bloodstains on his butters
All these niggas claim they kids, but I'm the one hop out with cutters
Nah, these

got all I want
Man fuck my oldest fears
I used to be scared of my dad
Running behind me with his stick
But, what you were a kid?
Exactly why I hated him

tech for you
Safe zone for your life not for life too
You feeling alright no feeling good
You don’t wanna die dead wants to be you

High blue sky feel

I vote we smoke and make the madness stop, amble in this tar, deposit mastodons
It's ebony and ivory that master wants, do not dance the jawn

don't you know?
Baptized by an old junkie down back of the alley
Who calls me "Son" before he goes

Lie back in a gutter with the Genius of Rain
While I

Gotta show these kids what I mean by style 

Laughing at these L's tryna flex 
All these bitches want from me is sex 
Now I'm only busy counting racks