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I'll be there in due time
Until then you can see me squaring off
With all these rappers one by one
Fuck you and your parents
First son
False start
I'm

you fall off the horse
Make my voice sound hoarse
Bring that ass here miss
Get her done
Like a chore
SFL white boy
Yeah I live by the shore
And I know

Look me right into my eyes
You see I tell no lies
Motivated by the shine 
You're motivated when I rhyme 
I'm motivated all the time 
I'm motivated it's

Lock ya stance make big boys
Feelin little turn ya mans to ants
Deemed wit no super natural powers just Sam
So when these bars explode like
Gambit bout

Written by Mark Lowery, Buddy Greene
Capitol CMG Genesis obo Rufus Music / Word Music, LLC

Mary, did you know that your baby boy would one day walk

fools yes
I collect flows like a camel
Energized by the light, my mind's a solar panel
To hot to handle, too heavy to hold
I'm Thing and Johnny Storm,

brother, hmm, I don't know?
You were supposed to be the man of the house
But I caught you turning tricks with a cock in your mouth
(Let these bitches know)

can inflate, mate
Little walnut's supersized!
More than shark bites: 1 in 8 men
Contract cancer, prostate cancer, in their lives

Someone's Daddy.

on wheels
Better send the naval let a little yak I spill
Would've been a major, but a couple class I failed
Still fulfill my anger when I clap for real
Put my

his face was like bloody and bruised but like
I just can't stop crying oh my god this is so stupid I'm so sorry but like
Like, he's somebody's son you

to you live and direct
Just wanted to get a lil somethin off of my chest
Time to reflect, where being the best
Wasn't defined by yo pockets or amount

Hollywood
Wallstreet
World is
Led by
Crooked sons
Elites
Tear apart families
Self worship
Vanity
Calling real men
Where you at?
Stand in the gap
Lead
Dust off

play, Chris Childs play, this is grown man rap
Posted by the bar holding a scotch
Don't know what time it is, you got too much gold on your watch

You were just like a dream 
The best old man a boy like me could have ever seen
That's forever with me

By the time I turned 21
I had your heart you

Seats
Unless you Steven Jackson or meta peace
My pockets blessed touched by a angel I'm on my della rease
Hella cheeks inside of a five level suite
Pick

Today's agenda
A nation exterminating the pious
Pray that you never die
Don't dare to be deemed the highest
Our right is founded by liars
Righteous

More than you ever been
So don't ever
Ever think that you
Are not enough
You get another chance
His story was similar to The Prodigal Son
But he was

that nigga dick
You was raised by the streets and they made a little bitch
I blame your OG for not telling you what it is
Such a fucking vicious cycle

they say Jesus told the devil
A man can't live on bread alone
Hear that again
None of that bread you hold could ever truly feed your soul, friend
And now

there
If you must die, we will live to tell your tale
That of a man, who loved his land
Refaat, your story will prevail
We will bear witness if it's all

Down on the bayou
There lives an old man
Makes his living
By working with his hands
When the sun goes down
You can hear that funky sound
He starts

hands
Catch you getting off of work then I'll put you in a van
Tie you up in rope, have you screaming for your man
But bitch they can't hear you, down by

When I die don't cry, just face it
Came a long way from live in the basement
My days still numbered
So when I spend a bunch of days with my little

right from outta space
Keep it a thousand my gee, imma live by my rules
Moving high speed, I'm ahead with my crew
Thankful we alive everyday
Shit was wild