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coat
Hit from the back put my dick in her throat
Late at night I keep the heat like a toaster
Hot boy I keep it cool like I’m frozen
I’m in the booth

blessings
They ask me how I feel, I tell em very happy
I think I’m very blessed, they think I’m very lucky
Emotionally, physically and medically
I’m feeling

walking up and asking how I do it
I tell em hold ya head

these bombs
Screamin "god is fuckin dead"
At the top of my lungs
Flipping em off
While i'm flipping a cross
Aykay is not human
A creature with claws
I'll

the talent and confidence that your boy got
I could tell she's real i see the signs like a boycott
I'm living my life like I'm supposed to
I always change

The night is so young and we laced up
We got bitches and black by the crater
Don't give a fuck about you commentators
Cause really though y'all common-haters

for discussion
Tell me what time it is
It's time to get this function jumpin
Someone shoulda told you by now bitch
Listen to this

I am unpredictable

her my tinder hoe
I flip on a bitch Ray Mysterio
Tell that bitch I like fruits in my cereal
I smoke I blow them o's
I blow it by the o
Nigga I got big

it ain't plastic
Savage stretch that pussy
But this F.N fantastic
Leave em shocked
Up the choppa, boy you don't want the static
Remember days being

understand why you ain't hitting my phone uh

Ey fuck em all
I rather lay with some bitches naked
I was in your fucking block this is money making
Please don't

exactly what to tell you 'cept
We got 'em
We on the same team, when you lifting
Then I'm spotting
We're in it together, why you thinking everybody plotting

overreach
I ain't bothered by the rats
Know I kill 'em over cheese
New home who dis
Lookin' at your phone
Y'all know who it is
It's the boy from the 'Burn

to come and go
That's why I'm an artist
Better give me what I'm worth, tell em I'm not here to bargain
Even when I'm in a funk
I'm not givin' up
No matter

fuck you niggas
Unless you sign checks ah
Yeah i know you bitches
Wantin the Secret to the
Gay boy shit got em thinkin
To themselves how he slay
More

the best
And give God all the rest
But I can't fake it
I gotta tell the truth
Like to hear it
Here it go
From a frustrated artist

I'm tired of arguing
I'm

too lit
And you got played by yet another loser
Honestly I don't think you were good either
I know how you are with boys in your DMs
I know I'll never

prohibition from living
Like if you cared about women then
You'd give em their own decisions
Cishets causing division
We out here causing confliction by

we would solve em' right there today
Nah, we ain't had no issues with solvin' them with our fist, nah
Nowadays youngins solvin' it a clip, yea
R.I.P

pushing the 'rarri play games like Atari they say the boy drive like the man stole
Idc bout a grammy a emmy or nothing I'm still posted up by that damn

How many records do I gotta kill
For you to know that I don't go no chill
I told my boys that this wasn't a drill
Time to go get it man
Fuck all them

letter O. D. MC let it sink in
From the kloth of Legends you can tell
By the apparel that this kid skills for real
Who came to bring the pain is Hardcore

You pulled up inside of a japanese build
We are not the same and that is quite obvious can’t you just tell by my fendi chanel
If I get bored hit

the truth at all niggas ain't for you

Fuck him though leave them
I'll be Ight bro 
Learned that I don't need em 
We don't share a chromosome 

Get it by any

of the benz
I cut back on my friends and started racking up wins
Your boy got back in the gym, can't fit this cash in my denim
My dawg like shaq at the rim, sit