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Nigga next Traktrain, finna' go and
Buy a baby drac', nigga
Or I might go 'head and
Buy my fucking modded 'K
Niggas tryna' play 'round
Okay you could die

wives and Whores
Roast their little ones Screaming in the Fire
Piles of Severed Heads built into pyramids
Even Cats and Dogs are Slain in the Streets
Not

glad to die
Light a flame to your mummified
Rags: it'll burn fast
With one nut, I gave Cleopatra a sperm bath
You've been jinxed
Your head turns little

on production and I thank Lauren and
Clef for my introduction
To the same rap industry
That secretly humbled me
Sittin by the freakin' man
Keepin' 'em company

way
If rap don't work I'ma go
Ape, kickin' in your way, Tryna get yo safe
Never do this shit yo way
Fuck what a hoe say blow out your brains
Hit by weed

I cop sarin gas
Garfield Thanksgiving Day Parade's how
I'm airing cats wear a mask in October
And every other holiday
Stock your face if I heard that

SINCE YOU’VE BEEN HERE

Used to be my night, my bed
Nose in a book with a cat by my head
Now I’m not getting a thing read
Since you’ve been here

smoke
Mothership, microchips get injected
In my throat all off the books
Taxes implemented by the fascists
Got me lighting books of matches
Burning cities

woke up this morning and the
Light was shining on me (shining on me)
I heard a voice in my head: 'Stand up
Feel the morning breeze (morning breeze)
It’s

(skee)
Ain't spend these nights in the game
Just to end up getting stained by a cat named Tom
Ain't forget 'em but they're gone
Both my boys, this shit

the bill for the light and the Bobbie
Slugs in the cat house, slam-em out properly
Don't care how you feel if you're on me
If there's no more waps, then

caught years, turned one to six
One man, I never need no accomplices
Corner boy, meeting cats by the Londises
I was just in the can eating sandwiches

daft if you hate him
'Cause I got more bars than you date in
10 outta 10, me I’m the peng
A 16 full have the grime cats shaking
All week feeling, whole

Back up, or get bun up, I got Cubans on my neck
Been governin' cats while mixin' the rex
If you don't want drama, I give the address
Weekdays rotate

shots off 

Homixide Gang do walkdowns
I'm pushing the cat, do a burnout
I'm popping my gat and my gun now
Vetements come in a lil' bag
I step in designer