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hates me like I'm Chris
I'm wrong
Yeah I know I'm wrong
I can't even argue with myself cause I'm way too gone
I ain't even seen myself in so long
This

I feel like cranking
Up I'm just waiting
For a fuck nigga
To say something
Undertaker they did
Not see Kane coming
Wrist game make a
Bitch wanna hate

bounce back off a loss, like Nike I just do it
Chase the Benjis or bitches? already know what I'm choosin'
I do shit all on my own to show I never need em

The courage of a lion
Man I'm just flying
Hip hop in my veins
I'm death defying
I'm on a mission man
To flip shit rich
Still no admissions man
I do

I never felt like I was owed a thing by God or man
Always been the type to say a prayer and make a plan
I’m a leader who can give the orders or lend

be a big MC by end of school term
I'm a big bird, you're just a worm
You don't wanna receive third degree burns
When I bust gun, everybody spread like

for real, my niggas
Gotta get cake like I'm told to
Throw the six of the eights in the old school

Man, they big, power up like Goku But don't wave

before everybody knew my name
Before all the glory the fame and the cheers
When I was just the kid with the big old ears
West Phillidelphia born and raised

I'm really cooking like I'm rattitoulie
They saying Breezy might just start a movie
Hopped up in this shit, I'm too hot like a damn jacuzzi
Told em

Beats dusty like the pages of an old book
Soul of a poet with the mind of an old crook
Pressure and time yea that's all that it took
Got to keep it

They spook!
I know that you shook, just like a wet dog Clifford look?
And I know that you come with the back and Takk
And I like all the ways that you

the plan now they asking me questions, what's next chris
Imma get to it
You can watch while I do it
If I'm lying then I'm lying baby just call me lucius
I be

at you like you broke
And cats you used to look
Up to is smoking coke
That's that rope-a dope
Negroes tryna float they boat
In high school ya man's shot

Papa

Bill Anderson

The Bill Anderson Story

1969

Papa was a simple man papa loved his farming land
Guess I didn't understand please forgive me papa
You can't paint a picture of a man like papa

but if she ever wanted to
She had me stuck like a Kobe step-back
With them lovely brown eyes
Man, I'm stuck like a fish on a hook

And her hearts

feel you babe (Its Zizibo on here)
Need you by my side
Skin soft like velvet
With a back like that man no go help it
Your body fit like figure 8
Excuse

Imagine how I felt
Did you even think
I guess it was too easy
To reject me in a blink
Judged me by my looks
Read me like the cover of a book
Man I just felt

frequent out in public
Cause the devil is a lie, in a compassionate disguise
That boy was 17 years old but bullets don't cry
And now you gone
And I can't

heads
Still I hope I run your mind keep knocking em' dead
You know it's nearing by your time refusing the bed
Conversations over vino 'bout to alter ego

Switch up freestyle

I like old school cars
It makes me feel classic like love and basketball
Riding around thinking about the 5 course meal I

mean well you should just disappear
Man's world
No time for fuckin' with the man's world

Ain't got no lover (no love)
Ain't got no time (no time)

the air time
I don't wanna smile for the camera, damn, I just wanna see my fam rise
I can feel when a man lies, tryin' to grow old and wise
And I'm still

to bad, just mine

Have a heart attack, guys spin the band
Hop out on your fuckin' man, yeah I'm spinnin' mine
Mad bad til I seen that body drop
Now they

3 hoes on my dick they all lapped up
That shit remind of them days I was fucked up
But I just kick em to the curb like a dump truck
Soon as they get