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Still, I’m moving rocks on my yacht
She sucked my (what?) don’t take no drugs
I’m feeling lost my momma warned me
Now I paid the cost these plain old

Bottle shots, the bottle's gone, yeah
This that I could barely walk, yeah
She like "All this fighting turn me on"
But I'm not mad, I'm just talking

I'm 'bout to call the cops
I'm 'bout to call the cops
I'm 'bout to call the cops
I'm 'bout to call the cops
Some guy just broke in my house
(Yo what

eye (What you crying for?)
Time to make some decision or go dying inside

It's been a long day, mami
I'm glad to see you
I ain't worry 'bout what they

ain't rockin' with you
Said that she got a nigga
I guess I'm killin' your boo
Take that boy out the picture, yeah
I'm killin' him too
Yeah, I got

They own slaves, but I am special
We just vibin' in the fields mouse
I end up like I'm on schedule, naw (No)
But we is tearin' up the dirt a lot
Stomp

I'm a snowflake so I do not like bad words
I'm a PC citizen and
I ain't talking bout no nerd
Never ever would I curse
Or call somebody out
That is

Woah i can’t believe I’m here
I ain’t nowhere yet
But I’m much farther than I was before
Okay, enough of all that talking
Let’s get straight to it

(Seven, seven, seven)

I know you're looking for someone but
I just bite my tongue
Cause I don't know where I belong wake
Up and face a blunt
I'm not

acting fake
I can't get caught up in no stupid shit
I'm tryna strive

I'm tryna strive to stay alive
And head for the top
I cut ties with people who be

look where I'm from nobody drug free
But the drugs cheap
We sell 'caine at NFL games
We sit in club seats
The hate strong, but the love weak
That's why

Look at me i'm doing things
I'm big time i'm flat broke
Troubadour my head hurts
Doing things doing things

Broke, Stressed, Hopeless
Fresh out

Terrible Rap Battles of Comic Sans
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu vs
The Boss Baby begin

Name’s Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu bitch!
I’m a fucking gangster!
True Yakuza, shoot

I'm not so elegant, closet full of skeletons
I'm so dope you could chop my
Ass up and sell me in
A red top, one hit and their head knocks
Don't even

(Michael Warren)
Fuck, I'm finna bullshit this intro
Swear to god

Fuck you, fuck him
I don’t fuck with anybody, fuck them
Know you fuck with

Fling on the beat Wrighty spitting heat
Look how I do this every week
You know it’s getting peak
Doesn’t matter any genre the Wrighty batter
I’m

when it's over
There's no escaping the torture
I should be enjoying the closure, ooh oh

The monsters in my head are taking over now
I'm freaking out

Had a feat like this
No second guessing now I'm sticking
With the seat I picked now listen in
Cuz I don’t mean to flex but
God just broke my chains kept

the play
I did away with heroes and
Villains and old scores from cold wars
But the pain isn't done, no, no
When the battle is won

So I'm running in circles

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Open another door. 
 But I'm not sure anymore. 
 It's just so hard. 
  
 Voices in my head, 
 Tell me they know best! 
 Got me on the edge, 
 they're

I'm in a little bit of trouble 
 And I'm in real deep 
 From the beginning to the end 
 He was no more than a friend to me 
  
 The thought is makin'

Recline the seats
Girl, let's get comfy
I'm brushing my teeth
I'm counting this money
No, boy, I'm not sweet
Don't look at me funny
Boy, no, I'm not

second it
Had to tell a few of y'all, I'm not a force to reckon with
Ain't a stranger thing when I get evil
Call me Vecna bitch
Stepping to me something