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My Artofficial nigga no talkin'

100 since day one
Been trappin' since day two
On day three I was fuckin' ho s
By day four it was fuck you
100 since

Remember the days gone by we thought would never end
I kept the picture framed of you and all our friends
We did not believe we'd all get old some

look bad
You must be signed by Funk
Volume with that marketing plan
I think you need to get a Shake
Weight like the legend Hopsin said (Ayy)
Axe to your

receiving
Feel like Playboi Carti might buy me a new tank and just run people over
Leave your whip by the shoulder
Halloween Michael Myers catch you lacking

nigga cleaner
I'm gangsta wit it, You could tell by my demeanor
From Carol City, My Spanish thing in Hialeah
But yea my name T, It's nice to meet ya
If

touch my hair brudda, sit down and hear me

What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what

New Yorker birac' Afropessimist in the Art Deco
By day

A child's eyes
Aglow in surprise
The hallway's full of glitter
Now dear Santa's wandered by

A child's ears
Perked up in fear
Footsteps on the roof

till I win

Yeah, they took Boosie, so you know we got spent
They get a ply, yeah, we spend again and again
When a nigga get the check by the man, all

Boy, I tell you what, you don't know nothing about no fucking good times if I ain't around
Ten plies on the power stroke, finna get fucked up
Down

Smokescreen
Kenmore, Too cold
4 ply, 2 fold
I got new goals
You still you bro
Put on artists
Dropped new projects
I'm hot regardless
I can guess your problem

like cologne
I hope you copy like a clone
I've always known
That loyalty was something
That was hard to come by
It's a fun ride
Until they do you dirty

sitter with your hands half clasped
Grasped at every glittery new thing to bring a rise
Thinking it was the path to head spring, any trade you could ply

Talking like I'm plies
I'm from Atlanta tote them hammers
Straight off the Nawf side
I'm from Atlanta tote them hammers
Straight off the Nawf side
By

QPs
How You Goin’ Touch Me & I Ain’t Local Brah
Take What, Rob Who, Boy Don’t Be Stupid
Don’t Let My Looks Fool Ya, I Was Bred By Shooters
I Was Outer

and ply i can't put that in the past
Mathew street legend screaming long live pat Free tevin and slime out that trap
Remember getting masked up when its

the medicine 
I promise yeah yeah 
I promise  

Promise is my name but it's my that I live 
I don't promise nothing 
When I know I can't give 
You talking 
This

Death Walks Behind You

Exhumed

Anatomy Is Destiny

2003

ply
Stricken by death as your life flashes by
>From an autopsy, to a cemetery, then to the grave, your final destiny
Carnage and sin are my blood,

Sound Of Madness

Shinedown

The Sound of Madness

2008

been infected by a social disease
Well, then take your medicine

I created the sound of madness
Wrote the book on pain
Somehow, I'm still here

Machine against man and the
Planet's in ruins
But by then we will have mastered the craft
Of creating clone soldiers to we don't have
(to) come out

to see it’s sucked flesh
Pulled by days of dirt and
Degrade from the gentle
Center of it's lower jaw

And you saw
All that was soft to it now had left
Only

Mmm, m-mm, m-mm
Mmm, m-mm, m-mm
Mmm, m-mmm, m-mmm mmm
Eduarda protect me

Call me baby, by my name
Call me baby, by my name
My name is, this, this,

With You

Mya

T.K.O.

2018

moves with you by my side
Gettin' money like I never did, no lie
Gotta know that I'm in it for the long ride
You can show the world, boy, I ain't gonna

violence
And I hate that motherfuckin' slut
I'm surrounded by hundred cops and I don't give a motherfuck'

I mean, I got my family and two balls that I

thought you were
Heaven Sent, Heaven Sent
I thought you were 
Medicine, Medicine
I guess I was Wrong Again 
Wrong Again 

I thought you were Providence