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The designer suits will no longer disguise the treacherous boots
Of someone addicted to control, and power 
Sniff, sniff, it is your soul he wants to devour

you wondered, it’s no
Blunder that the period precedes the name. It means
I’m yet to be defined by all these year in the game, it means
Unbounded

many times did you call Her a sweet one in school
And you got reject

I got bagged for the sweets that I got in my bag
Kit kat, jammin' fruit punch
And I

ass
She wasnt even cute
Pop up on you peek-a-boo
Glock inside my boot
Walk in the party peek-a-boo
All you niggas fruit
I need my bitches by the two

growing
Ya eat the fruits
And what it do's
Check my boots
I'm strapped up
Ready for combat
So back up
What is goin on bruh
I slack up never
Check the rhymes

with the boots and golds
Garden full of trees
Fruit in these leaves
Hundred guarantee you gone float
My mind my body my soul my head
I fall back nine Im

the shoes up off my feet 
And we repeating this again
I should do it by my bootstraps
But you take my fucking boots
I just work and work
And never just enjoy

the sirens
It's all about timing 
Now all you need is one wish
All I needs a fuckin' drum kit
My food for thought good for you like fruits you can feel it in

share of love
Back then when I was young
I guess that's where my fucks they reside
I trusted a nigga with my heart
And one by one
He rocked my cranium

fruit
V O R T that's a different crew, tagging R O S T and my teccy blue
I put your shit a mute, it almost made me puke
You can get the boot, end up red

to me

There were b.b.guns  a car that runs
Teddy bears for little ones
With fruit and candies by the tons
As far as you could see

There were ironing

designer in court i dont wear a suit
Running back with the pack watch me hit a juke
Kicking shi like steel toe i give you the boot
My pockets healthy go eat

fruit loop
Bitches wanna holla
For a dolla'
Told her make a move
Gangstas don't dance
I'm a fool with this rap shit
Hated by a lot
Lips needs a lil'

forces were gathering to do something mean,
like start a war or call Yoda a fruit.
Whatever they will do, we'll be ready for some action
and we'll dress us

of paper ain’t gon’ save you from escaping the truth
Too many days all of your labors didn’t make any fruit
You would chalk it up to paying dues not enough

a shrimp
Don't ask bout yo bitch idk where she went
You so unplaya, you can't take a hint
Do a drive by and I don't need no tint
She said she mad at me so I

We said goodbye to a dear old friend today
And time cantered on with a brutalist clop
So off I dashed for the weekly shop
I loaded up the boot with

really brand new
How then?
There’s a snake in your boot, all the flies come by to your fruit like
How then?
That’s Canadian my goose, tell me how your

Peaking out the palm tree
Eyes like a monkey, man
Swinging sticks to this rhythm
Eyes red, junky man, jack this fruit
Got lucky man, aided up
Licked

they real recognize by the fruit
That's light
Cause everything goes in circles
Patterns, highs and then lows
So even though, We might fear it's nothing

of the gush
Drown in it
That devil fruit
Knock boots I explore round in it
Girl look good could shoot a round in it
She got a good home raise my child in it
Her

Strange fruit hangin'
From the poplar trees
(Ayy, 2300 Beats going crazy)
Blood on the leaves

Bitch, I be killin' these beats (damn)
I got

Snakes in my boots
Mental health stay withering
We ain't in the basement
We adjacent
To the place where we stash checks
Feel complacent
Ion know it

nowhere to go
Cocoa powder in my mug to go with the powdered snow
Go outside, strap up your boots
My favorite holiday beverage is actually based on fruit