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it's a wrap
Bitch, we ain't friends, don't give me a dap, my bad
Bitch, don't come with that crap
Got more than I got, still hate off of that
I shut my

that dude got beef on the block
Every time we be out in the spot, he be looking at me, give his ass a reason to watch

So I saw him in the car in

these platies sayin 
Mommy please don't destroy it

Kali 
What the fuck we do 

Ima hear you break your back 
Give ya somethin new to do 
You think

life
Feds swept thru
Now he face a couple Lives
He ain’t snitch said we ain’t scarred of time
Other little rat came home same night
You know he got

brought the drank and sprite, where the fucc the ice at.
Now I'm riding in this car with a nigga and some rats in the trunk
That's what his ass get thinking

Yea yea yea yea
I been out here on the grind for a minute
I done put it on my mom we gon get it
If u put in overtime then I'm wit it
Watching from

Give a fuck about your trash
Banging beats no we ain't new to those
We always coming back
And you looking like a rat
With your fucking face tats
Didn't

a whole lot of bills but it's not in the bank[01:44.55]Did it all by ourselves we got no one to thank[01:46.30]I done went put a tab on my

If its about guap 
I get to the money like it's a rat race
Don't get your ass erased
Pop out like doomsday
Choppa gone eat up your face
Niggas gone

But with these fallen angels I'm flying
Clean my image up online
Hide that cocaine we supplying
PO order kick my door in
I swear these rats they be

and you cut me open
Give me that bag cuz you fucked me for it
When shit get real they ain't gonna ride for you
I was beefing by myself they ain't help they

ass niggas I call 'em Alpo
The world is mines like Al Pacino
Vigilante we the new Griselda, Rock-A-Fella
Fashion rebels who just love the cheddar
Foreva

words babbling at best
Give him a bib for the chunks on his chest
Spewing his hate tantrums irate
His new king name shit head the great
Fuck Donald Trump

words babbling at best
Give him a bib for the chunks on his chest
Spewing his hate tantrums irate
His new king name shit head the great
Fuck Donald Trump

to find us, We bark at night
In case anybody can't see the dark behind us
I'm wide awake in my kitchen
I might find a way to go missing
Strap some bombs

resumes
You couldn't bring down my shine if
It was after the noon
I don't have to consume all
Your fucking captions and zooms
I'm from New York we don't

more
My pockets be eating give a fuck bout a diet I guess I'm a gain more
A lame ass nigga I cut off another one
Real is rare jacket I just coped another

purpose, way I'm sliding' slick ass surface
Niggas clowns, I'm at the circus
Still ain't it, not Stephen King
I keep em in a loop, but they talking' bout

THE INHUMAN RACE – (A Brief History)
Words & Music by 
Thomas R. COSGROVE

It all started out with a star named Jesus,
He rode on an ass and he

lost wires dead rats
Or circuit boards when I work the chords
It gives them a head crack then they in the sky
Gleaming demons they don't like it when me

Man fuck am I at
I’m on bout 4 hours of sleep
I done sold all the lows for cheap
Not taking cash I don’t wanna hear a peep
I don’t give a Fuck who ya

battles
That we all gotta face
Messin' up our mental space
While we run the rat race
I'm looking for the big picture
Fuck a Polaroid
Turn my heart to music

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, No! No! No!

Here we go! So
Everybody hands up high and just wave
Them from side to side fuck that!
Punch them up into fists

needed to get to the end of your goal
Keeping at what?
Seeping in pot
Reaping a lot
Sleeping a lot
Wheap in your cot
We pick a lock
Seen by a cop 
Shit