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How I rewind my shit and I play that,
He the best ion know why he say that,

Tell me what you mean boy,
Niggas think they know much about me,
But lemme

then I'm bouncing.
Who's vouching, I blow it by ounces; who's counting that's just what I do the pressure's mounting.





They say the broken never

on my biz
Get lifted every day cause that’s what it is
Ain no Stress it’s abundance over here
Cant take no L less that motherfuckah lit
Celebrating life

a crutch by my side after making VOLUME ILL
Chill
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Young boy talkin' all that shit
Take a pill
Dolla bill, dolla bill gon' be my

you, yeah
That's a sight to see
I can tell by how you're walking in
You're about to hype me up
Yeah your about to come doctor me
When I'm on the mic

Ain’t as easy as they thought now
What you thought now
Haters gon get caught up in the Crossfire
In the cross fire
Try to run but they get hawked

are not the same
It's a big difference
I relate to nobody
I just be fasho about it
Tell me what you know about it
Vision gettin so cloudy
Pull up in a 2

life on the beat
As I'm blazing through these tracks like hippies on killer leaf
That's right motherfucker, I give you what you need
The purest fucking

your parts
You wrote a song, a song about me

Fold the map, close your eyes
Picture me, by your side
I make you tea, we talk all night
We write a song,

kicked it we sat down and talked about past shit
We talked about women we see in my city how most of these hoes is just fast tings
A lotta these niggas be

leaf clover?
I wouldn't know
So I step outside
Not looking for a vibe
Just out here for peace of mind
Got that in a flash
I know I can't bring it back
So

a haze
Have you begging on your knees like in lord Lil RoseGold's name we'll pray

I can do this all damn day

Talk about myself like a Brady or a Bundy

question I've been caught in the tide too
A fiend for these screens like gold for the fools
But I know what to do
To free myself from these shackles
The path

ovaries 
Ain't never ran from nothing but the police, still ain't cuffing no hoe though she turned a new leaf 
I came from nothing so ill never leach, only

a bitch
You don't have a pitch
Dying in the ditch
Your organs are about to twitch

Death near my memories

I'm going to cut your skin when I come to you

Smoking on some green leaf
Your ex wanna be me
She need me they watch me like a TV
The green TT cherry pie by my fingertips do you see me

And I

like Keno
Brain too good, save your name under Urkel
I really eat like no leftovers
Pussy really lucky like four leaf clover
No TLC, you cannot creep

on a loose leaf
They like woah
I'm trying to build a bitch I start by working on her nose
If she talking on the phone she gone put that shit on hold
And that

TaeSo got banana clips for anyone who claim gorilla
We don't do the fabricatin what you rappin we don't feel ya
I tried to tell you pussy niggas when it's

on the sofa but
I wanna be with you

What

It’s a pretty Sunday morning
But I’m thinking about you
I can barely see who’s calling
But I’m hoping it’s  you

Class
They can Never Censor Us, Decentralized in the Metaverse, 

cttack on Freedom of Speech, by People that grew up like Screech, lookin for Outreach,

My proposition is
I'll be your wife, well for a week
I'll be your sugar and cream, your chamomile tea leaf
I'll sit next to your throne on both hands

fat
Everything I do they make it out a hashtag ( Hashtag )
Beats produce by Will and every song you gonna run it back
Son getting bigger one day might

about the to and fro, hit me
Come on, you know way down
What George say, fall around, alright

We claim Miles Davis, not Michaelangelo
We playin' D-flat