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bragging on that body knowing he ain't kill that jit
We smok him like some zaza
I'm chillin with my shotta
Dreads in his head no Rasta
He chief to Bob Marley

but i wont flex
She had told me dat we done sum shit she said over a text
Heard dat nigga he want war wit me i told em dats a bet
I come over to get my

a Redneck bustin my ass not Chasin clout
Got that carhartt twisted x spin em on my head
If you don’t work hard then you’re better off dead
Nuff said 
Makin

what's displayed
By these man talking trap and bando all up on their page
Man I sit and shake my head like society has failed
How these man turned

know it hasn't really picked up, but I wrote this one for you
It'll all be better soon

We've been looked over too much to care
(Better soon)
Lay my head

when
I went to the dentist
And my smile was dazzlin' after
Bashin' his head in collectin' weapons
Makin' effective inventions
I'll make you vanish like

people dead in the streets
And y’all just wanna hear that shit that bop your heads to the beat
They say that ignorance is bliss but that don’t settle with

karma Ay
I sacrificed for this gift, never had the knack for biting my lip
I'll say what I wanna say when I spit, yea you better pray
To god you not on my

somewhat of a nightowl
I'm getting ready to fly now
Y'all better get off of my cloud
Everybody want a bite of my clout
So open wide pal
What's a pandemic?

Day Of The Dead

Rittz

Top of the Line

2016

where you're layin' your head
Why the fuck would you say what you said about me
Don't try to come around me, nah
It's the day of the dead
Better watch

Then get tossed by Shanks
My willpower make a awkward nigga walk the plank
Never lacking even if you catch me off the dank
Worst Generation, Scheming

over paper thats an improper fraction 
They use to laugh at my rhymes but i got better with time 
The shit i spit over ya head i guess i got the power

of the games I just needed a reason I'm calling It Off
With his head
Leaving ya body bloody red
Visions of trauma I'm stuck with the dead all alone with these

baggs

These niggas lookin like they want sum ,,,

Yoo nigga a fan,

Y he be actin like he know me 

Do my lil dance 

To get these sucka niggas off meee

them dead
For the stress in my life I
Take one to the head

Fuck yo bitches then drop em off
Talking shit we gon drop em off
You need some work we gon

Time is money so I bought some watches flooded the vvs out nigga watch this
And my bitch she bad she good if he trynna run up better hope he not

Mo Money, Mo Murder

AZ

Doe or Die

1995

the flashlight enters

Yo Dunn, before the sun set call connect get all the tech's
I'm vexed, this nigga soft as sex, lost respect, let's off his neck
My caliber,

Tryna' keep my head up
When I'm stressing I don't let it show
Overthinking every record
Fuck I might just write a better song
But I own it, not

anyone but you it's forever
Hey, Hey you over there
Better change my gaze 'cause there's enough pain in here
Hey, Better make it clear
Better tell me you

to find,
A couple weeks went by, we passin time,
He seen me in the alley with his niggas, I
Was just dealin off carry, then I seen the nine,
Then I heard

ball
gotta make a pitch

Start it off with ignition switch, triple beam like you weighed up a brick

Roll Da Dice, hit ah 7 on my shit
Crabs, Highs Lows,

surrounded by sleep walkers, the walking dead
hanging from threads, marionettes with talking heads
going over the dome one chop will leave them floored
even

The day you fucked me over couldn't get it off my mental
People think they know you don't know the shit i been through
Nonchalant and anxiety i got

fuckm life is history
Better bring your army if you plan on gettm me
They takm shit of ____
[Kon Artist]
Eh yo, I'm know for dnvm drunk boppm my head with