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and forth and just waitin'
Cause I don't wanna make it off shit that YOU think that I'm fakin' so the bigger 
I get the more they schemin' to be complacent

Kubrick 
I live real lucid and flow so fluid had to kill cupid for what was ruined
I don't need to prove it I'll die for my music

Line em up line em up

to rest
Never stopping for shit
With the gun on my hip
And I'm letting it rip
And I bury you niggas
Then pour out the fifth
Singing karmas a bitch
And she's

Boobs
I'm a tittyphile, show me your

Your over the shoulder bolder holders can't protect your tits from me
I'll grab em and torque them lube em

right something's wrong
When the seconds passes by
In the blink of an eye
It's not about the money
It's about the strive
What to do about these feelings
I

Say..1x)

Verse: I Heard The World Say, It's Gonna Plot Too Kill All My People Who Working Wit Poverty. By Keep Us From Being Equal, Wit Out A Fuckin Sequel.

Bend the rules of what's accomplishment

Cause everything is never
If you're judging by the end
And Compliments are better
When you say them in your head

even a lower case
I'll plead to manslaughter that's a lower case
Scared ass nigga see it in his face
Was tryin to catch  a nut I'm bout to catch a case

I'm waiting, waiting by the streetlight
Nothing that I get my hands on seems to come out right

All these people that I try to impress
Only serve

by vultures 
The innocence is starting rupture, while you waste your time

You used to tell me you would sit on your own
The little cliques

yeah she driven
She wants to kill depression
So I take out my weapon
And leave a good impression
Feeling touching every single inch
Full body detail I'll

Fuck with me while I'm tripping, might find that I'm losing
This place in despair, I'll eat my girl's hair
Subject self-identity, I ain't got no

Its Burg !
Shut down city!
I'm a Young Nigga getting rich
Yeah Young nigga getting rich-rich
Yeah I'm bout my paper and I'm all about my shits
Nah

for the homies
Call that shit lethal weapon
You should pay interest like investment
Cos my stock rising by the second
Work for what I want man it's

I'd make a song about it
Yeah, aye, alright, yo

I got Off-White
I guess I'm doing alright
I'm reading the signs, and I'm taking my life
Step by step

spittin "thru the wire"
I never get tired
Of loving you no liar
Sometimes I gotta zone out, just to take us higher
But you the one I'll Carey word to Mariah

but there's a rumblin' and a fire down below...

Oh what a day!
You'll play clumsy, I'll play strong
You mapped the steps out all along
Play it coy (a

is a bitch, I'm domestic violence
I'll beat the bitch and keep on styling
Can't shit take me away, my paper piling
New York looking for life,

Count this paper Blowing Ounces 
F*ck with jodye 
I don't even f*ck with police
Sipping slowly
By the liter ill reload it
Off this planet Dont take what i

I cant go 
Cause you want me back
And i know that ill come back stronger 
And this sides been there when i was down 
I came here broken 
Look at me

That's the shit that I'm on 

On my momma 
I always eat my greens 
I Never Switched teams
It was all a dream
I swear it's what it seems 

This for my momma

There's nothing here for me
As I walk these Dublin Streets 
And as I walk on by
In the blink of an eye
Everything has changed 
And I'm back once

The location changed
The shackles are on our brains
I get the signal through the airy waves
Like everyday
'Til I know that I'll get out of this house
Is there

killing it
That was just an oversight
Overnight I could make a new mixtape
I'll be making beats that bang until my hands break
Handshake Good job
I'm a boss