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let's get started!

To seize everything you ever wanted

N i got no problem giving your girl a solid

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

The next day you is everybody target

Preaching to the poets, i'm an o.f. prophet

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Odd future, i'm your mothafucking sergeant

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

To be honest, im modest

They like talking, its like gossip

Imma hustla imma gangsta

My bars vaporize so call me a spell caster.

imma killa and i hate the fuckin pussyass drilla

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

i got license to kill, one shot kills silence like breast drill

Just like a larva, and relying on his parents but hits dirt still

aint no more assholes in capitol hill

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

i kill more and more, im mentally ill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

i gives a shit with thousand dollar bill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

killing is my superior skill

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

imma hustla imma gangsta imma heart muscle imma lifeschools master

Faces me gets shattered,but they're guiding me each step on the ladder.

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

imma white prairier blaster

He is in the midst of unknown disaster

one shot in your head, a black rot seeing red

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

nobody chosen heaven or hell

Looking through your phone book, couldn't get a cell

get yourself together break the hypnotise spell

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

to the lean times, in between times

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

All the time with this glock of mines

thats why i never kick wack rhymes

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

you know who i am allways with the juggernaut

And i go up in a party like im going abroad

Shit ain't been the same since i took a stake in the board

what the fuck you thought you forgot that we fought

Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud

gettin rid of toxins that impact my body, and swatting away demons like my man john gotti

Properly cocky an innuendo, look how far these props have got me while your lies are sloppy

drama boys dropping lines like dollar joint, hollow point in the fauntleroy not employed

How about digging yourself a hole boy and let me see if i can fill the whole void

rapping to this beat and its called walking dead, Boy!

Who ya got left to congregate deploy activate decoy

People riot and destroy, but we ain't done cause we want to destroy

this is my town, my hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

We was loonie i suppose, you could