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Gone to the store for a 40 and rillo
Ya’ll muthafucka is softer than pillow
Kit kat nigga, cotton candy figure
Sweet to core bubble gum type niggas . GEAH

so don’t get mad I’m just calling you out.
A nigga in your face better knock his ass out.
Tight jeans wearing tight shirts steering,
it so clearwhen| froze like penguins
They got no heart, my word so sharp
you mad I laugh, you trip you fall
Me I stand tall, oh yeah I ball, over all of Ya’ll
in overalls. / my flow diminish ya/ To finish ya.
call me punisher/Too big ya dig/
to fail I make bail/ oh well/ oh hell
He back on his block/with a watch and clock
new stock and shiny black glock
Watch the feens flock, while he risk all he got
For da cheddar and his knot/why not
smoke pot, get gwap, through crop.
none stop, take flight all night, don’t write, no hype
my flow ignited, fire fights and flame for lames
I blame the Wayne’s and the TPains for stains
on the brains, for those of us who sane,
we know you bring shame, should be a-shame
what’s fame, in this game, dynamic can’t be tamed
or contained, I sustain through capital gain,
Hustle, struggle and pain I don’t complaint
I maintain, work harder, don’t beg or barter
catch me on the marta got cable from charter
courtside with dem starters. Al holfword for starters.

Bury the hatchet and let it all go
2nd coming not much funding I’m incumbent
my style abundant so who want it
I’m not scared of shit so we can do this
Pain seems to miss while your lips talk shit
You know that they sink ship / so stop with that bullshit
you trying to stack them chips/ then listen up quick
save all that soft shit/ only gets you killed quick
Stop with non sense constant jail trips,
They carry glocks at the hips/ And’ll blast niggas quick
so watch where you shit/ cause they could give a shit.
quick to put you behind a brick/ Locked and keyed not weed
Yes indeed they demolishing black seeds
And they fighting over corporate greed
But real they all thieves/ while we drop to our knee
With purposeless plea’s to even the fees
In Denver we smoke trees to relieve the anxieties

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