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idea's actually final
I'm a mini me, shouts to Lionel
Shit's automatic, no rifle
I'm my only rival cannot be stifled
Windows open no airs flowing in
Beside

scheme
Off balanced but I’m preparing to lift all the fallen dreams
Family pictures, all hanging from the tree
Ciphers connected to a rifle, rotten food

sounding like doggie whistle (Uh)
In the back of the whip, I'm just writing bars for my next single
Ladies in line waiting for my show, I'm 'bouta go Sicko

a bounty with a price on my head
I got a Rubik's cube for a brain
I know you think I'm insane
I can't ever find love
But I can always find drank
And I know I

I'm the bad guy
Tell myself that's a bad lie
But how many times can I
Remind myself that I'm

Only a human
Lookin right through me
Gotta look a little

my dribble
I'm shooting like a scout rifle
Dogecoin just hit the eiffel
Gotta put my dawgs on game
Block drive, Bitcoin block chain
Wally getting

found the courage just to let you go
I got the rifle in my hands, I'm boutta let it blow
Bitch I'm an artist, I ain't talkin' Michelangelo
Gotta keep

the beef lettuce get to the cabbage, yuh
Cause y'all can't catch me, I got nuts on the beets and the hoes go bananas, yuh
I got my city happy, where I'm from

I'm just tryna find my way
My way yeah
I'm just tryna find
Yeah
I'm just tryna find my way
My
I'm just tryna find
Yeah
I'm just tryna find my way
My

Talk to you
Can you feel my energy
They talk, too
They get so annoying
I'm with the crew
And your music's boring
This thing gonna bang like a rifle

like a rifle
I'll slide on them like I'm Michael
I swear I put that on the bible
We going deeper than a diver
We push three minutes on a mile
This world

on a Heineken
She get to steppin cuz I'm showin signs again
That ima stomp on someone, kick their hind again
Fuck a pistol, fuck a rifle, that's trifling, uh

suicidal  I keep a bible
A knife and rifle on my bed sheet they on my bed sheet
In case these niggas tryna check me was off the henny
I'm going off oh you

and
An ice pick and a rifle, yeah
I'm twisted, I'm wicked, my mind's sick
I'm addicted to picking ya children, I'll kill 'em
I'm ill
I will skin 'em alive

starts to bleed
Interrogate you like an officer smelling some fucking weed
Don't plead for your survival
I'm going to get the rifle
I'm off the rails like

head I'm overloading
There's not enough time I'm soon going be exploding
Yea roll me up the wood smoke this pain away
I'm kinda happy that we got to make

bitch
Turn a rental to a hottie
I'm out the window that K gon spit
I ain't never had no pick so why the fuck you trying to play
Hit and chief this Cali

Niggas just getting to the bag you can ask my hood we been on that
Niggas really living this life no cap on the mic speaking big ol' facts
Aye I'm

Walk in the party on Molly
Know that I'm savage, so I'm catching bodies
And i got gun like tommy
Piss me off and I'm catching a body
Piss me off,

ima shoot you with my sniper rifle
Everybody always need me, they can't do shit themselves
I go to store and knock over all the shelves
I'm the type

and grip my bible
They wanna kill me yeah they're my rivals
But I'm, not the one to be trifled
They gonna meet the business end of my rifle
These hoes think

I'm from where they Unapologetic Unapologetic
They'll kill somebody Saturday and be In church the next day
You feel If they he look at you wrong You

been so hungry that you couldn't eat
Remember nights when I was starving, had to swallow sleep
I have some memories that I'm afraid to keep
But I just

Scotty beam me up, I'm battle tested like an armored truck
I don't believe in luck, I'll put in work so I can make a buck
Roll a dutch, pistol packs