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I know you’re in a better place
But that won’t stop me purging every time I see your pretty face
I see a pretty blade, Take it home and start cheffing

didn't even do anything wrong
I even wrote you a 5 minute song
You call me names to hide the pain
That is coursing through your veins
Sayin this trash but

tryna fuck to the beat
I’m tryna buss it down and leave
She wanna come vibe in the V while I’m rolling
And it’s 3 AM in the morning
And I realized that

like five weeks
If she got a man kick him out and invite me
I'm washed up LOL unlikely
Im not like him fuck a fist i use my right knee
Uh when it hooks

While You sleeping eye see working

Told Shawdee Eyem Bhahd
Michael Jackson
Filling up My Bhahg
Steady Racking
If you hating on my ahxhse
Your pockets

even do anything wrong
I even wrote you a 5 minute song
You call me names to hide the pain
That is coursing through your veins
Sayin this trash but can't

candlestick makers
Vapors innovators, and haters, skaters, tots n tators
Faces like cheese graters, green cards, or no papers
And if i missed your demographic,

up, we sell it quick (hah)
Any beat I'm on, I gotta get my shit off
Your watch ain't cost thirty and up? Take that shit off (take that shit off,

Watch your mouth 
Keep talking bout me I'll beat your dirty south
Funny how
You talk out your behind, maybe that's why you talk behind my back,
Get

kinds  
Fuck y’all list I’m already top 5 
Money not yours it’s already on mine 
Give her everything if she ready all night 

Giving everything till my

four, five, six, seven
Eight (That's it)
Tell 'em I'll be there even if
I gotta come in a wheelchair
I know I'm blessed so I gotta be fair
(Blessed)

Thankful that I managed to escape
If I didn't get to uni didn't see a way
Maybe Mayday would never of been made
Likely my face would of been on front page

every shot, listen
Don't quit your day job
If I take you out quickly
Then you should be grateful
See me charging up, ain't no USB cable
They coming in hot

cleats
Got my foot inside the game no cheats
No vitamin C, I need beats
I need to keep eating, Beam don't need beef
The V is us three plus 3 that need

Gumbo

JT the Bigga Figga

Mac Dre Presents the Rompalation, Vol. 1

1998

buckle everyday 

Ain't worth five cents, or my knuckles to the face 

But my burners ain't feeling no flesh 

If you niggas want to test 

Let it

down
I'm like Harry Potter with the stick
We like marijuana with the stink
Need like five hundred fifty thou
Bet I guarantee you would never see me again

at a demon
When you're trying to wash your face
As you're searching for an angel
That got light you can embrace
And God said be still my daughter
I'm gon' pull

a shoulder
Show me what you got
I want to see ya
Show me your de... dede... dedication
Speak to me, with your soul... lution
Revelation, reveal to the nation

this guy's insane, he goes by
The mother fuckin' V, I, double L, A, I, N
I don't think y'all know why
'Cause I've been labeled through all my life

you're in your fifties ooh.
So many duds 
So many crazies
Too many damaged souls
Out here with five babies
Or baby daddies possessive and abusive
I

The fuck is up people
The end of the album
You made it, congratulations
Just like 5 more minutes left
I'm not sure exactly how long this beat is
But

the fourth

Ya!

Verse 6:
It's fun to see people getting erased
Am I sadistic.. No bruv I just love the news I did face
Fucking up the good vibes ain't my

date
Knock her off on the way
Toting my tooly wave
5.0. Said we got cases
Lawyered said ain't no faces
I'm a just slide again
You can come by my crib

snort caine, and do cocktails
make way for the six five killa whale
that love to box and don't care if i die
with fists that will open and shut your eye