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Cause y'all ain't seen shit yet
These rats tryna get mext to me.
I'm gettin cheese like a W.I.C. check
Big checks
Get ready get set go.
You tryna gas

Stay on the grizzle and grow
Yuh 
Bitch I'm the star of the show 
Yuh
Focused cause gotta I go
Yuh

Stay motivated 
Bitch I made it in the field 
Had

on the altar
Ran that dope in the field like I'm Walter
Won't catch me lacking and
That's on my daughter i mean my daughter
Riding around with a quarter

You came in here with
W2 ass niggas always claiming a bitch
As a kid I was a dwarf I was bangin' a witch
Could of sold the Snow White but
Mama told me

know me why say that you know
I bought her V, W
I pop a blue and I see, summon em'
Promise I'm not finna leave not one of em
Red dot on that bitch ain't

from the W where packers
Play for keeps
We had the cheddar
Way before we made the cheese
Long winters in the
Negative degrees
Low ceilings
Barely had

Stones et des Pink Floyd de Brel qui chante Mathilde
De Donna Summer Woody Allen et W.C.Fields
Mes parents vissés à leur télé font une sacré trompette
Du

words are now mounted worlds A.W.O.L
I let the quiet light in shallow fields
Now the light is taking over

This is a call to arms, this is a call to arms,

August 6th

Aug. 6th, carved in desks with old knives:

 Back when our common cause was alive, and--let's say--the hyacinth fields were in bloom,