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NIGGA’S you was so pretend
See I’m ong bok savage 21, savage stuntin on my ex BITCH
Balling in my new whip, my 38 full of hollow tips
Conversation full

murdered and you ain't even got a gun
Oh that's right, my sons white 
So when it comes to the benefit of the doubt, he's alright
A flashback to the 60's,

he 21 
I’m stacking 8 like I’m 21 
Just made a hit and without a gun 
Bitch it’s all business not havin fun 
Stick to the plan and it’s done 
Mama I

I'm a cold heart
I got a friends, all my friends in my money bag
Bought your bitches for a hundred bucks, ran it back
I want to die at my 21, but I got

whenever I rap
Bad bitch, she wanna fuck from the back
Claim you got a gun, but you lack
Shit sad, it could never be me
Like, for my brothers i'm ooting for

someone else country, my skin is tagged by date of sale[02:18.56]These are my feelings that I let spill in and melt down into braille[02:21.58]I touch

THINGS (cRE NOT WHcT THEY SEEM)



21st Century
The pinnacle of our society
Civilisation's on the crest of a wave
But things are not what they seem

cussed at
Cursed, slurred, it gets worse
I thought by 16 I'd be dead in a hearse
Taking a nap, pushing Daisy's out of the dirt
Never underestimate,

made it happen
21 i was a youngin they think his ahh savage
Savage
Stay Active
Let em have it
Niggas cappin
They aint really trappin
Make it happen

Her Prada shoes got a mini bag on it
Louis boots, I might just go and just bag this bitch
Ain't no 21, but you know I'm mad savage
Oota calling me

you was so pretend
 I’m ong bok savage 21, savage stuntin on my ex BITCH
Balling in my new whip, my 38 full of hollow tips
Conversation full of sweet

the cali just drink rosé
Summertime come round
Is it okay if I do this everyday?
If you can't tell by now
I'm a lit girl, bussdown
Fresh kicks out
Jordan 1s

I keep on walking
Got blood in my boots, but the feet don't stop
I got nothing to prove
Except the peace by Father Light
Peace by Father Light
Peace

Come on let's go
Ain't nobody gonna get in my way (No No No No)
I'm gonna make it, no matter what you say (Alright Alright)
I'm flying by, you better

signs
I come to a stop and i let them go by
Im thinking bout thinking bout thinking bout life
Thinking bout drinking it starts with a pint
Thinking

No I wont change cause baby you the one
Stuck by my side like you was a gun
Baby girl hotter than the Florida sun
No lie thought you was the one
Yeah

Put It Down

Cypress Hill

Kottonmouth Kings

2005

high
Be like by bitty bye biddy biddy byebye

Put the blunt down, here's the rundown
Riding sundown slide us out the front
Ill get you high, won't

Battle Hymn

Planetary

God of the Serengeti

2012

and stockpile gats
Cause the sky's about to bleed blood out from the clouds
This gas mask's in my backpack when walking through crowds
The post-apocalyptic,

I'm walking in downtown
I'm walking in circles
People is alienated
It's raining from the sky

The strangest creatures prowling aside
Dark souls

or going to kill me
Still living lavish and they still
Wonder why I act savage
All these guns and automatics
Still gonna murder these niggas that
Want

I got enemies, lot of enemies
Want the end of me
And bury me, that by any means
Necessary, yeah
And friendin’ me, no one friendin’ me
They is scared

you know me crazy
I dont even really fuck with you

Kids with guns, we walking 'round wylin'
I don't care as long as I'm stylin'
What's the point in

Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap

I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy

You see me walking down the street,
And I start to cry,
Each time we meet
Walk on by (Just walk on by)
Walk on by (Just walk on by)
Make believe, by