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getting shot by cops
No need to worry bout their pops getting locked in blocks
Cell free, apparently out the dark I made it
New slavery, mentally still

back-to-back films
From The Thing '82 to The Shining
But as a kid I'd be under the covers hiding
Funny how things change, used to hate to sing now I'm live with

the girls all gag
Yeah flashin' lights when I step in the place
Got the glow of a God baby boy gives face
I block em out with my shades chanel
I'm steppin

of crocodile
I was on the block a while
Trap ting played out, even how it played out
Look at what I made now
Baby girl I'm made now same feds
I was shotting

Dominoes

clipping

CLPPNG

2014

Khakis and house shoes, pork pie hat ace, deuce
Gold thin-rimmed bifocals, eyes in today's news
Ball on the TV, highball glass clinking
As ice

coppin new shit
This my rock rock cook up the pot
Gimme a pistol and pop pop
Dribble finesse on the block
I'm everything that you not ha, Ha
Fly like

I ask em what gives
I spent my new year dappin up Freddie Gibbs
Tupac is dead but I am still here, so going by me I guess hip-hop will live
Pulled up

back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids

Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By

jus caught me a body
In her guts, left my kids in her lobby
Skrt off in that brand new Bugatti
Louis V hold the 40 on side me
Wait, Who want war wit us

the phone, 

Pressin on my chest girl for what, oh yeah this new cologne, 

Oh you think I’m mad about what, nah I’m just monotone, 

Ex’s don’t exist

drive to a baby shower bro just had a kid
Girl let me get up on yo lips
Like some Carmex
Let me fuck you on the kitchen table fuck a car sex
How fast my

a motherfucking maybach
I was just broke but that was like way back
I'll put u on the news by pushing yo shit back
He mr tough now he walk with a shit bag
Nigga

no ordinary song it's poetry on a pad
Not your usual trash it's wizardry on a track 
It's that voodoo rap,Shaka Zulu with a pen
This isht is a gift

and decoys
Hey yo I'm bad news for crews
I ain't fucking with you
Ain't got nothing to prove, nothing to lose
I be up in the booth and
I'm fitting to let loose