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is coming peacefully
Sticks and stones don't fuck my bones
Somebody help me give me sum
Everytime I'd also fall right back

[Verse 1:]
It was back in

drown
And they'll watch you float
All of these sticks done turned into stones
Weight on my shoulders
Its breaking my bones
They say that I'll quit
But I

said
And even harder when they’re said by a friend

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But I won’t let your hurt me
Your dirty words may sting 
But

collapse
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But stones make me feel better
Don’t condone what I’ve been doing
But I can’t take the pressure
I remember way

Sticks and stones won't break my bones
But your words do hurt, do you really know?
Can you take it slow?
Do you see what you become?
When you talk

that clock take its last tick
And now we champions
Etched in stone Infinite
So if you asking him
The answer is always
Sky Limit
And now we champions

Church i think I got a high-dea
I do

Light on, hey I think I got a high-dea
Wish a motherfucker would so I
Could start a fire here
Go grab a stick

round round
Home bound now
Money come slow
I gotta calm down
I'ma get it, I'ma get it by any means (Yeah!)
Take a crack at it’ll have you just like fiend

them demons take control
Play with sticks let's rock and roll
Have my youngan in ya zone, it's demon time I'm in that mode
We get ya stepped behind my

bitches take a hint
call me senku i got heavy fuckin stones on my wrist bitch 
yo girl she flat just like a domino 
askin how we only make bangers like

Calling me grandma i'm cooking up pies
I'll say fuck Medusa and stare in her eyes
I'll turn her to stone, take her head as a prize

Bolstering Boastfulness - Bias-
Bringing Binoculars
Behind – Believe Bombs Blasted Boys B.C – Bullets Bruises Blame Bush – Barack Begetting Blazing
Bases By

(Fighter)
Rap is in my genes like denim
Every sound bite eat the track like venom
Never copy trends nigga I invent em
In the game like Beckham, take the rules

my collar
Son live by the gun die young
Like Anna Nicole Smith
But like the courtroom shooter
The hammer the verdict
I'm sick and perverted
But like

Though the stress has got me heavily breathing
North, South, East and West
I'm surrounded by demons
Possessed beings
After my semen
Wanna' see me die

things that you showed me… on a daily biases
Yet still still you never threw me off my grind
I brush it off take another line
Chill with Mary Jane
Forget

This is the stick up, without the hiccups

Poke your lips out, make the vat beep Hungry for hip-hop, come on let's eat
Touchdown on the red-eye flight

Yo it's that nigga Killa Cri and I don't take no fuckin shorts
Psycho stricken up on your porch with diesel fluid and a torch
Bringing it back now

guess that I'm her Ken
But I don't fuck with many people so I'm never a kin
I take my bitch on an adventure like a nigga was finn
I got a million dollar

Losing my place in this quest
Demons leave me all alone
Even they won’t stick around
Crushed by the weight of the stone
Can’t get up cause I’m all alone

Ready to flip
Calm is for Ghandi
Sam got an army of zombies
Ready to trip
So I spit the deadliest shit 
Tryna catch a grip
I can't slip
I can't fall. I

the mix
I was by myself riding in a foreign full of sticks
These hoes be annoying I'm ignoring that lil bitch
She a walking lick I'll be damned if I don't

Yo, yo, it's A1 & J1
We're with Fumez The Engineer, Plugged In
Time to shell it, bro

Aye, take me in, take me in
Ain't gonna stop 'til they take me

drive by your countryside
Stick out your thumb if you need a ride
No one knows just where this road will lead (hey)

Well it's high time you and I got