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accompanied by no one so I got my back, vertebra
The heat is up, extinguisher, I got the track burnin up
Don't think to touch
Six feet's enough to get a match

selling Cain
Back in hell for the revolution
Me and my people 'bout to start a riot
When in public don't yell my music
Man this the type of shit to get you

And Took advatange of me 
Dont know why on the same road,
In a rebound, keep on falling back,
Never know how long it lasts,
And it feels like I keep

slicker. Stick to the script like a sticker. This Cognac leaf swisher. I’m flamin the shit up nigga. Brainstorming 6 figures. Why the fuck niggaz don’t get

driven by the mindset
Shit is getting stronger everyday than my biceps
Don't look me like a suspect,
I'm straight I'm fckng direct
I'm never scared to fail

brain like a genie
Obtain desires by thinking, you can't be trusted you sneaky

Caught you leaking you Wiki
I got fire off the head, like a n***a Tiki
I'm

grow
Well, it did a little then it dwindled
Easy come, easy go
But I had something to show
Knew what I busted was dope
So I went back to the lab
Pulled

pop pop (Pop pop)
Man dem shoot at the op opps
Don’t give a fuck bout your mandem gyal gon go down give me that slip top (Slop top)
Mandem edit no crop

dimensions
Don't feed into success
It's way too stressful
Some people come and go
But my fans show me love like Nadeska
So Complex
But I get them where they're

Straight up without an edit
I never let it go, embedded in my mental skull is impressive flow
I smoke weed until my eyes are sore
I make beats, play chords,

Hey, I got back to work
And my bag ain't gonna fill itself up, I need to work
I was with my brothers by the church you know we serve da work
And I

boast on this type beat
But they don't see the work I put in when I'm typing
And flexing is okay by me as long as your self made
I've been write since age

know like spending someone's money I am indebted to you bro
She's my hero let it go I'll spit it raw fuck an edit
Listen to the lyrics hear the message

I'm a PR nightmare when I'm pushed to not to care
I don't overdo, I edit so I won't get sued

They say his flow too wordy, mixes too dirty, it's

that one day
You don't have one, bitch
When the sun's out, their guns' out
By sundown hear the gun sounds
They shoot-around like practice
But y'all know

And I don't wanna be exhibited as explicit
I guess I gotta find my feet
I'm somebody with a point of view
Who's not afraid to say it
I won't go mainstream

light
And baby you can shine so bright cuz there meant to see
Now I can see all thats meant for me
You showed me that you have my back and
I don't think

it go
I’m hella smooth dedeli flow
She didn’t love me
Now she want me
I do not fuck with her anymore
I don’t give a damn she already know
I’m getting

me, that Hen dog just kicked in, I took two parking spots.
Tryin' not to crash this bitch right here, this ho go 250.
Most likely I'm stoppin' by your

thought that you had it
When I stop fuckin with you don't come running back
This ain't no muhfuckin Madden
I came to raise you up not raise ya
I ain't ya

at length
High achiever
Don't sit on the bench
Operating levers
Feeding the guests
King of the dreamers I won't have nuttin less
Rem state
On the Mic I

is a sin
I'm about to rip the shingles off your skin and your roof so watch out

Shiny Happy People by REM fucking sucks

Who wrote the car accident

break your back, sweat it
Check the mic you might reject it
Speak your thoughts and don't forget it
Comfort zone is so pathetic
Break the boundaries, post

workin on our very own song
This go out to ma day 1 cuz ma nigga ain't never do me wrong
So by the time we done
You gon see what we have been on
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