dried up

Talking all that yada

but chew never doing nada.

I get up

my bank roll done got up.

Give you my word

that mouthpiece

It’s gonna get you shot up

Ain’t never been no pussy boy ain’t

concerned with getting caught up

It’s where I come from

how I was brought up

only rap I spit for the pigs is:

“it wasn’t”

or

“it’s not us”

Blueberries and cherries, but I got my son so you know I can’t run.

I pulled over they rushed up an got us.

I’m cuffed up.

It’s fucked up.

Call it rough luck.

Look right at my son

Then i told him don’t trip.

They talk a lot of Yatta.

Peppa Pig ain’t doing Nata

I stay on the get up

my bank balance done got up

the mouthpiece eventually

gonna gettem

shot up

I’m always after the bag.

While these fags kick back

I let my cash knot up.

I be in this shit

Next level lit

But just like that, there’s levels to this and I ain’t never fucking with that bullshit.

I know too many cats that went out backwards put a needle in their vein. Might as well have been a extended clip, right through the front of your shit cause they still got shot up

washed out

tore up

Sell out

Mark bitch

The exact opposite of gangsta

No heart

I got me a brand new toaster

Fuh you pop tarts

The apex

The pinnacle of

(Ars Obscura)

The Dark art

NFL, no free love 918 we’ve been up

Brain eater

We moving at a high rate speed over here

We want some unstoppable type shit

Lex tali-onus blood magician