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the opponent expands, I contract. When he contracts, I expand. And when there is an opportunity, I do not hit. It hits all by itself.
Fire as hot as mine-is, all
wock by the way that he talk
Tell my niggaz stay in the streets and stay off the courts
Could have a hundred million dollars, I still stay in New York,
the way, there's nothing wrong with being bald
I just personally hate Jeff Bezos
He can suck my dick
I'm glad he stepped down
Senpai the headline, now they dying to come
We been seen this coming 'fore the flyers went up
'Cause I do bad by myself
Retired the cuffs
Completed
Bitch, I'm an alien, I'm not from this earth and I'm knowin' these niggas be fake like the grass on the turf
I been that nigga since motherfuckin'
happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door
been there and done that
Fore I walk out the crib kiss the Jesus pieces
Brown in my cup sipping Reese's pieces
While i fuck on a bitch sipping easter
as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrassle to get it back
You know,
aware of their arrogance
Aware of their arrogance
By saying something there's a likelihood
That on radio there's no way we'll be bumpin
So to Kris's Kross
super reckless
Everybody nods and rolls but I feel I'd regret this
Now I've been pressured into doing things I usually don't
But this shit is next level
Patsy Cline, and Johnny Cash
Part of our Life that went by way to Fast……
On Easter Sunday a Pump went down – Nothing open for miles around
Visit Dad,
M-M-M
Hunh
Uh
Used to save them bottles
Uh
I ain't never been scared of nothin' I'm my life, dog
If I see it, I got it already
Uh
Gold
his breath, drink cherry by the litre
With his air rifle he'd shoot the pigeons shitting on St Peter
But he taught me to be mindful and observe Acts
You say you want the truth, there it is
Now decide and both verses are context
Let go of that pride
These churches been lyin' to you
For a long time
There he go
Talking bout the past
Why he always mad
This is trash
Get out yo feelings
I'm just trying to get this bag
That's how you feel
Well I'm in
the truth
They would have a reason to smile I’m living proof
God willing we gon run it by the mile
When the rent starts bugging and the storms stop
Neighbor shared a story that's been sticking to my heart
Said he and a pal hitch-hiked a ride down to Shreveport
He had a little note that his Daddy
just escaped from Bellevue
We've been following him and
Finally we caught him we're sorry
There's no way that you can
Possibly get a refund"
A thousand
really Understand
Do things wrong in the Eyes of the Father has Always been my plan
What do you say to the Father when he asks: Who Do you say I am?
I'd
don’t even know me
My guys been pen so many times when he come back he don’t even know, Italian g like Tony
Ill fuck your wife
Then ill go back and do
Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's
a charge
By Jeff Sessions, John Kelly
Or Mike Pence to eat
Taco bowls liberated from Trump Tower Grill
The Revolution will not be monetized
The Revolution
myself till then
Christmas, easter, they're ok
But the meaning has been lost
Remember friend it wasn't santa
Oh yeah, it wasn't santa
Oh yeah, it wasn't
going forward fuck a turnaround
Paranoid we got stopped by the boys and the weed too loud
I had felt invisible been hoping they can see me now
No I'm not
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