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the pain
Better than you could pussy you ain't even staged!
I'm shooting buckets in the game call me Alan Rey
Like to you stewart little bitches i got no

Get my skrilla on Godzilla my Swishers bigger than Suge
Keep them dramas for yourself cause all that shit gets overlooked
Told them try a little love I

the crew
And she pop that pussy
Like a good little bitch
Twerking that ass
While she sucking a dick
If you that kinda girl
I'd like to find out
Don't matter

At by Jaleel Jackson
Naw, naw Ricky Mel where your ass was at,  
You tried to use material but it was attention that I lacked,
Plus you're too

surrounded by the 4, I'm that number 5
Face shots through a drive-thru, he got hit, ah

Face shots through a drive-thru, he got a number 5
15-piece dark meat

it's better late than never
I been waiting way too long
My bad if I have a little temper
I had to pull up mean
So I had to up my price
Back then we stood

people even relate to that, I wonder?
How come you're twice my age 
But I could write a more complex song than you in my slumber?
They keep talking about

really doesn't matter
In my element, I revel in the level of the swagger, Damn!
Can't believe I just said swagger
That's bad like Michael Jackson sliding

Acid Rain

Chance the Rapper

Acid Rap

2013

still getting bodied for foams

Sometimes the truth don't rhyme
Sometime the lies get millions of views
Funerals for little girls, is that appealing

Bitch you're making me sick!
Tryna match with the queen need more than a dub
I'm  the kinda bitch that freebase in the club
Wanna, test my crazy, Will get

learning the ways that was taught to me blinded by bills
I am more than the currency currently dyin' for dollars and dotting the field

nights taxed, cause the kid can spit
It's all about the benjamins, but I'm a real lyricist

Dont challenge, I'm worst than that damn cinnamon

Any of them

than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got

BLWYRMND

This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip with the clip
Make you bye bye
Roll the windows up, hotbox, smokin' la

Private Jackson in that war motion
Picture real earth to paint a bloody scene like Spielberg
Still hurts that I can't Rap this for some homies
Spillin'

donkey round her waist
Wanna sit a glass on it
Baby let me get a taste 
(I swear that she so thick)
Got a model type of smile
Curvy lanes by the pound
Love

Runnin' from truth that hurts
How did he get here first
No other matter worse
Than the fact distracting
Always seem to work
Republic of which it stands

you're winning
'Cause you got some
And when people tell you
To save it you scoff and tell em
That's not fun
Champaign you'd pop some
But
Probably a little

You used to spit that shit
Service lip by lip
I guess you slip that shit
To get us bent on it
Fuckin' trifling dick
Like a trifling bitch
It took

a dinosaur I stay on that  ancient lettuce
Higher than the moon think I forgot where  my head is

I just popped a wheelie in the air
SpaceX
Feels a little

crossed 
By a real boss 
Cry my ass a river little bitch then take the loss (splash noise) 
If these hittas talking shit 
Reload the clip and peel em off

Its harder to start a verse than to finish it and ride the wave
A blank canvas instead of a template thats already been paved
And given to you

everyone, my name is Kain
I have a brother named Abel who likes to claim
I'm fucking insane
But that's not true
I'm just free-minded while y'all blinded
By

before I break their backs
Similar to the way Bo Jackson broke bats
And I know you hate it when we make them dope tracks
I don’t know if you’re aware, that