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kitten in the corner call a taxi
Stomach growling as she head to school
Forgot about a math test her face a reddish hue
Kept her cool put down her head

Appling your funerals
Don't ever burst pipes on a test drive coz you got blind by the spot light
You bring nives to a fiest fight and you still died
You

over matter
You don't even think you matter
So I laid her down like a platter
And I told her take by data
And I fix your bitch
You can have her back
Baby

playing, 
And shorty help with my tests so know I'm walking around and my grades look amazing
My momma always call me
She always say that her and my brother

us say us must be sick and must be ill
Test the daddy MBeat unnu better go write your will

C'mon!
(Lord have mercy)

So wah, booyaka booyaka,

girl of mine
Well, the only thing you ever done for me
Was help me waste my time
And I saw you at the funeral, you were standing there like a temple

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Tell me that it's too close

I don't wanna test you out 
But can you break this back off the jukebox, Jody? 
They've got big ideas

school
We got rushed and robbed on route to his funeral
But where I come from in London that is usual
Few moons ago I dreamt my brother was in an ambulance

talk I feel the hate in they heart
But always knew where I would finish 
I was great from the start
I told my brother if they test me 
Ima break em apart

wish I was sedated
Infuse my delusions with kratom and Satan
Cut with AA medallions, musta grabbed thousands
Fouled up by fucking and running
Hustling

stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start

love was inflicted to my provado 
We continued to connect like a unibrow, Frida Kahlo
Hate society powered by the high and mighty dollar
Influenced by

Test a kid, when he spit, guaranteed that you will regret it
I'm tellin you, approach the game with caution
It ain't hard to get addicted to fame

groomed
Manicured sound wont catch me in no saloon
Unless they serve Yac
Hoes on the clock dice games in the back
Test out the crop blaze the stage spit

the funeral of a love that once was

When I told you that I loved you
And all my feelings that were true
How do you think I felt when it was through
You tore me

and by my own I'll celebrate
They tell me that I'm spiritless
And I've been in the field working all day
Had to get my mind right anyway
And i've been

loud enough
To shower you with love, I'm astounded
By the fountains overflowing from the
Fruits of your cup, your soul was pure
From above, Gracious,

the chatter
Switching chapters and leave lames
Crash landed like he deadweight
Couldn't get his head straight
Matter of fact, he decided
He gon' test fate
Make

To be a pimp in this day and age you don't need a Jheri curl
Y'all slid once and won a battle but lost the war as a whole
Don't test me like I'm Johnny

smoked
You betta ask about me
YBP known to murder beats
By any means crush all opps
And any enemies
Show up at your funeral front row
Yelling rest in piece

still going
Even though they did me wrong but this shit is a norm
I really stood the test of time you can tell by the form
I told him send a couple bands

Al enemigo nunca le des la espalda
Y acordate que vivimos y morimos por la pistola
Yeah we live by the gun so we die by the gun
And trust me you don’t

gone viral

Doh walk with your gun, better walk with your Bible
Shot to your face, so mi wicked and spiteful
When you test me, so me feel homicidal
Just

Know you back with god I trust god you know what's best
Trying not to question you I know that life's a test
And I been winging it,guessing as I go
Sick