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is like a fluid
Running through my loving veins if this a drug i love to do it
Anything that keeps me writing, motivated
Its a thing you love to hate

this ain't cap
If you live by the code then man got your back
But if you don't then I call up my niggas that carry the strap
This for my niggas that

just to sit back
Instead of tryna fix that
When I know you don’t mean what you posting so I don’t click that
You know how to get me big mad
Go from zero

A match dipped in gas just waiting to ignite
Instability shaped like diamonds in your eyes
You call upon the strangers to keep you further from

time is money and I'm tryna get it in Visas,
 
Et Tu Brute, Rap ya turning ya back on me,
Damn shame even Diddy can call himself Big Homie,
What happened

me Jordan Copy She know THAT i would ball

She said that i'm scum 
Well Cool fine 
I'm to young 
I'm just out here rhymes 
I been doing me
They been

tell bout how you cried
Every night over the pressure
Call my phone said man I
Just can't get over this chump
But truth is you ain't tried
I can tell he

i feel so confused, by the fact that you can
say that we're more than nothing, and still never call
sunsets and late night joyrides, or fuck it lets

I got a bone to pick, the world be makin' me sick

Like what happened to love, it turned to a blur
It feel like a curse, On my Ray Allen just keepin'

came
Tryna cope with life and learn the lessons that I never gained
Tweaking in my last song, just call me by whatever name
I be needing the realest
So

to see
It's devouring me
Said who can fight better
You louder than me
We shatter the glass I hop out on my feet
We sweep up the past just to put it

smart
For man's a selfish creature, and now from me your love is lost
There ain't too many things that I'd call crucial in my life
But having you

piss i ain't off no drugs at all
Wondering if I run out of favors would they still call
Go have some fun fuck up some funds yeen gotta save it all
World

Yeah
I get my hands dirty
Never been a bitch
Stand on business
Even if it's with God
Yeah
I wake up every morning
Look me in the mirror and tell me

all by myself
Hopeless, romance
Save me this last dance
Infinite time yet here we are
Just me and you, tonight together, must be a sign
We're pulling

Too many nights I spend
Waiting for my phone to ring
Thought you'd call by now
But you moved on to better things
And life goes on with or without me

Got done playing at the hotel bar
Didn't make much money so I grabbed my guitar
Went cross the street down to a little inn
Dreamt we were invaded by

They would shoot up everyone there
That's the only fix so beware

Middle America will never know me but they think they do
I'd hate to be killed by

cnd when you go broke, it really shows you who's down.
‘Cause everybody who gassed you up, don't even come around.
I grinded by myself until I saw my

ass to Nevermore
Winning on wagers, yuh just hit the seven score
Stab an opp heart, call that pussy Crackstone
Bro broke as hell, giving him the tax

Just give me a key
Seven hundred block bitch you know where i be
Up with the heat since he say he anemic
He dissed on the gang he just gave us a reason

What a pitiful song
Woke up in the morning
Coughing mucous from my lungs
I stumbled to the bathroom
My nose just constantly runs
I can't remember

the ladder

Rap by rap I'm getting better

Sounding so original
They just might call me MC Adam

I'm minding my own
Like Danerys and the throne

That's how I

just to tell you my shit is hot
Can you grab a pen and jot down my final thought
Which is the lit end
I'ma be quick then cause I'm sickened
By a slim Jim