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shattering
Fear in the air, the souls are scattering
Riding Poseidon's wake
Swear I can feel the earth shake

Summon your courage, spare your cowardice
All

the units and I dramatize the eulog'
Bullets penetrate, by my eyes they know I'm zooted
All my diamonds undiluted, all your wives could get recruited
I

a story at the bottom of this bottle
And I'm the pen make it count when I'm the
Onе who's selling you out
'Cause it feels like stеaling hearts calling
Your

Bankroll
I been feelin' real lucrative
Rubber bands gettin' stupid thick
Count 'em all can't lose a chip
Can't go
Fuck round and we bluesin' shit

Family Reunion

Portishead

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

be callin' code read like Mountain Dew
'Fore I count to you can get cha back blown
'Cause ya gimmicks out of minutes like a track phone
Get back

woah)
That's seven figures, all blues
So i can count 'em up when shit get boring (Talk ya shit)
Gonna need that in the- (Talk ya shit)

Сoupe by

and growing funds

We trynna do better with life
It's more than a piece of a pie
And who got a knife
I need to get to the ingredients
All of the deviants really

'm hunting beast
Hunting season never fair warning I destroy the beacon
Deacon jones on defensive line I'll be hall of fame
Serving white millie bobby brown

Provoked

Baby Namboos

Ancoats to Zambia

1999

be tomorrow
Suicide when I was four or five
Mike-O killed by a psycho
Sad or sorry, I be tomorrow
For all those who wanna analyze me

Starts off in

singin tunes 
Who is you? 
Talkin all that whooty woo
N*gga you a lil Rudy poo 
If you f*ck wit opps I don’t f*ck wit you 

I be feelin blue 
So I count

on them
Broke my heart what I did to papo
What more can I say, I'm Benny Blanco
I buried Carlos, everybody's Pachango
Ever since, they bodied my elmano
I be

Treatin this beat like I'm Bobby (uh-uh) beatin it up like its Whitney
Who really think they can stop me I mean I feel like I have a chance
If you said me

't get you off my mind
Who would've thought
That it be me in this place
I can even start count
The things that you've changed
No matter what I do
Can't get

I'm aiming this one at them niggas
Who don't get the picture 
U chose yaw own path boy
I chose to get these figures
Chasing bottles n models
U ran

girls on Mystique
I never got hit by a stray
Yeah, I thank God
We ain't play in the street
(Did not)
Now who getting caught up wit Crossfiyah
I told 'em

Khalas

Ra

7 Days

2017

'way my young G
I don't give a fuck if Metro trust me
I can't believe this shit
They compare me to wack MCs, neeky pricks
I'm from that south side

to do
You've got to live your life

Lotta people be thinkin', but I'm just a sayer
Artists can't perform the Super Bowl, but it's okay for

'm on my shit a different level
Different type of fucking level, spiritually I'm just his vessel
Life is just a test, can you tell me who you run with?
New

Bought me some heat for my waist
You can tell by my bitch and my taste
Got an igloo for my wrist
I dropped the Xan' in a mist
Cartier frames on my

ice in my hand

With that ice on my hand
I swear you can count it
You can count it all
The money is gon' fall

The money on the phone
You can count it

a face shot nigga
I feel like Bobby Shmurda imma stay hot nigga (Who playing?)
I know you wanna count my pockets, they got bigger
Get in that jam and you

nobody who keep tryna bother me
I feel like i can't een fuck with shawty, she keep tryna follow me
Put blue faces in my pocket, I can't find my heartbeat

plays so we can huddle up 
You ain’t never met the plug I’m who yo plug get it from 
Spray it with the uh before he came it’s gon glitter up 
I done

A hundred, I'ma stand on all ten toes

If you searching for that person who can change your life, yeah
Start by looking in the mirror
Believing in