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MUZZLE.

by Good, fuh nothing.

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vomit. lyrics Bout thirteen different reasons for some bitches on me. Bout thirteen different greasers wearing suits up on them. Don't know what you do tricks kid? So what it do? Don't know any new pricks trick so who is you? Bet you flexing some new suits with some rings attached. Got some hoes with that. Get the hose on that. Got no hook for that. Ain't no book for that. Way too shook for that. Claiming they on beast mode. Fidget with them cheat codes. Aye. Treat your hubby like your bitch. What you think of that? I don't know the facts. I stay mighty black. With no strings attached. Hell on earth and that. Pockets and these jeans too low. This nigga gotta stay. Ya'll fight on who's to go. Ya'll fight on who's to blame. Yeah huh, to and fro. Yeah what, you in a hole. Like I don't know this sequel. I don't think I know these people. Targets on this back like features. They call you when they. You looking mighty. Big shit. I might duke these rich kids. Might accrue some bricks. Talking suits with pricks. Fin.
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Yeah. Yeah I got seven holes in me. Working seven days a week. Yeah this nig about to eat. Got this sleep to feel real free. Got this foot up on the gas. Bitch these laws ain’t made for me. Huh. Invisible to streets. Try to keep this shit discreet. They want to take a hole from me. So Ima speak. Now Ima freak Selling cheap shit. And I can’t see shit. Past these screens. Like this dream. Was built for me. They tryna dig a hole for me. Then say peace. Who is this them? Nothing to see. Looking through me. Like I ain’t got no eyes. Like I ain’t got no ties. Like I don’t know these guys. Like I don’t know myself. Looking for these lines. Looking for these words. To think about my mind. Like I don’t know the time. Losing grip of here. Losing sight of why. Losing sight of why.
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FLINCHED ON MY LAP. lyrics Even on my best day. Hoes on my lap. Called me on a rest day. Money on my back. Bitch I got a bad back. You don't see me tripping. Yeah I don't need Aflac. Steady with the business. Like your vision criss crossed and your bitch lost. Talk about a big cost and I don't need insurance. No there ain't no hr. So this ain't re-occurring. Talk about who's bitch made. Easy for the intake. Hoser brought his own plate. For the whole cake. If I were you I'd eat it too. But it's not me who's dishing fists Up in that cheek or two. So you won't catch me slipping. Goofy kids might see it through. Cause this ain't fucking winning. Talk about a day walked up on a wave. Money pouring out need another safe. Cause I don't think it's safe. Caution with the doubt. You know they want your place. And this ain't even phase one. Fading ain't the way No strap looking for some days. More tax steady while we popping. It ain't fun Then talk about what I meant. Like little bitch following like Simon. I ain't dumb then caught yourself a diamond. In the shit, flinched.
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BELOW CLASS AVERAGE. yeah yeah yeah yuh See these hands when Im swinging these feet now. See these fans when Im speaking in heat now. See this dance when im feeling this beat now See this plan when you look at this sheet now. Got no chance when beams aiming at me now. Aint no fans cause we filling the seats now Aint no catch bitches looking at me now. Aint no plans if I’m getting with me now. Aint no time with the suits and they beaks. Aint no lines niggas cant even vent. Aint no clowns, niggas trying to speak Aint no “fines”, cause we trying to eat. Aint no lies, but I’m lying with me. Aint no faults, when im shaking these dreams. ain’t no walls if Im looking at the ceilings. Aint no clause cause im questioning me. Aint no time gotta carry this flow. Aint no “byes” if we kick in the door. Aint no flies if we speaking bout mo. Aint no cash, while we through clothes. See these doors, yeh they know how to close. See this stash? Cause we know how to smoke. Where these racks, cause im trying to blow. We got plans and you fucking the plot. We got land but you ruining the lot. No demands when you come in the spot. lol come in the spot. Bigger mans like you flexing a lot. Catching hands, then comparing the palm. On the run, bout as safe as a fawn. Counting moves, you done think I’m a pawn. Do my thing and you’ll think that I’m wrong. Counting days, whats the name of this song… fuckit counting days whats the name of this song. counting days i dont think ima counting days i dont —- looking at the sky dont care. Bigger homes while we living outside. Twenty phones calling “is (s)he alive?” Pocket watching while we live in the sky. Doing me they might call it a crime. Public space we ain’t no where to find Where you going n’you better comply. Hands in the air cause i fight for a life. Copping the tape cause they want me to lie. I tell em no, with me they will try. Crutch country in a place i dont go. Crutch country in a place i dont go. i dont really know how to start this flow. i tell em no with me they can try. i dont know how to fucking fuckit.
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