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I was tempted by your company
And you've already noticed me
I'm sorry for what I say when I don't know what I'm saying
And you don't have to play

Give you a head start then
Give you a head noose
Who wanna war with the Closers fam?
Got bars so hot they stand close to fans
Damn! Attack like haze hit

Stayed on my grind, now my
Dreams feel like déjà vu, nigga

Look, I married the game
So I still engage in war
A predator destroys his prey 'cause
He never

So did Ransom return eastward
He and his companions sought
Adventure in the East
Many wars and feuds did Ransom fight
Tyranny and fear were heaped

Libraries where lives buried
Already lost the trail (Facts)
Pardon my shine
I see these visions in parts of my mind
(I see) all by design
We livin' life in

games, two drills in a day
Fizzy and the trey
They hopped the fence when we came
(True story)
Astaghfirullah, I don't drive by, I
Hop out this car, shoot

way
If rap don't work I'ma go
Ape, kickin' in your way, Tryna get yo safe
Never do this shit yo way
Fuck what a hoe say blow out your brains
Hit by weed

the
Slut wants sex with me
All because the fame I gained
She's obsessed with me
I been had straps in this game
So fuck referees told her dream more slut

The wicked games that people play
The wars the greed they waste away
It's sad (it's sad)
It's sad

So let's spread the word across the land
Yeah one by

next bonus
The second he's in power, like an exponent
Cause he had his ex moanin'
Until he caught a spasm
But by the next mornin'
Multiply they orgasms

only recall a handful
(couple) most got locked and turn
To T-shirts and candles (fuck shit up)
In a, war zone where bodies pop up dead
(Harlem)
Big

the wall
I cannot see your face at all
I'm gonna break that wall
I'm gonna break that wall

Cause you think you're right in what you do
Fly so high by

ist Freitag, ich bin voll auf Line
Drive-by aufm Hollandbike
Deine Alte macht's für'n Dollarschein
Bei mir macht sie umsonst
G-G-Gaaaaaaangster, ich war

of humans it's insane
Like the moth and the flame
Our new society's war game

In god they trust
But all others pay cash
Kids of seven years
Contribute

Sounds of the- (shelling)

Who the fuck wants corn?
Right now I'm on form
Seashore when we war
Squeeze more, no rebores
Nee-naw nee-naw, police

It's the mother fucking trust huh
Yeah
Huh
Ayo

I go to war in beast mode
Extended clip on a 44 is a cheat code
I get bread and get head from

Don't want to play your war games
And see those bullets fly
To end in desolation
Before my very eyes

Respect lose it forever
You'll find it was

Decide the day is over
Hang it on your shoulder
Hoping that you could notice
Okay, let's go, I was posted by my grave
Hey, bae, come lay with me, like

Don't let yourself
Argue with a prick and get drawn out
Yesterday, you didn't know he existed
But it's war now yeah, see what I'm saying
Carry on thinking

untouchable
You can't fuck with this style!
Funk Volume! RattPack! Pro Era! Funk Volume!

I said "Who want war?", mass killing MC's
I’m your Dada, nothing less

Tour bus looking like a brothel
Catching more bodies than Hostel
Flatbush Zombies put money in my pocket
If it's war against them, I'ma pop it
Word

got hit by Cupid, he definitely had a machine gun
Pull out, pull out game Billy the Kid, babe
I don't leave nothing, not even the precum
Only pre man

Get myself a point of view today

 It's a circus all the games they play
They blame them under the Red white and blue
Sticks and stones flying
Pants

We the motha fuckin' gang bro, we mobbin' deep
Wreakin' havoc to the game hoe, like prodigy
Rip like Ali float and stingin' like a bee
Most you