Lights Out

Evilmane

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    I will catch you slippin'
    Lights out
    Stars go missin'
    Comin' at me sideways
    How we do it? My way
    I'm still livinn' with my pops
    The fuck u gonna say?

    Rolinn' doja, left the homie with the motive
    On the corner
    Came fron nothin'
    Smoking the marijuana, raw the stoner
    Serving the plugs

    So they can deal with the fiends
    I ain't' got time for these beans
    Makin' so many trips
    I feel like I'm livin' in the 15
    Mossburg loaded
    If I gotta leave em' folded
    Thought I told ya
    I will roll ya
    Like the blunt
    And then I smoke ya

    Now I ain't a gangster
    But if you wanna take me as a bitch
    I show you what the fuck this is
    I take no shit
    I hold my own
    I've lived to be the one man army
    Actin' like they gonna harm me
    Don't even fuckin'get me started

    I will end ya pity party
    So what the fuck you gonna do?
    When life is crashin' onto you?
    Tired livinn'in the zoo
    Gonna make it swiftly through
    I'm looking far back
    How much I grew
    But I still new
    Up in this Matrix
    I am hated
    With the faces
    Made of two, you cannot faze me
    Bitch

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    I'm 'bout to spark this blunt
    So where my fuckin' brothers at?

    Stayin' low, paper cashin', gotta get the bag
    Flippin' another stack
    Spinnin' im trippin' 'cuz that wood too fat
    And now I need a dab of lifted dreams
    I do not want yo crap

    I will catch you slippin'
    Lights out
    Stars go missin'

    Residing with the wolf and crow
    No homie, I don't fuck with blow
    I gotta keep my steady flow
    I'm nodding off that dirty dope

    That Xanax got you stuttering like a bitch
    I know you need them, pills to cope
    So quit ya' talking, 'fore I get to socking
    I will watch you hit another low
    Choke
    'Till they croak
    Slow from the rope
    Oh no, you fucking don't
    OG in the zone
    Phomies get the pistol chrome

    Homies only in my phone
    Dosidos up in my smoke
    I'm kickin' it back up in the home
    The smoke is dissipating while I'm getting faded
    Stated that I'm underrated
    Hoe, my lungs are always vacant
    For that crazy, overrated mothafuckas
    I will carry
    This mothafuckin' game
    You hate it
    'Cus I made it
    I don't care ho

    Strike one, I go Rambo
    Strike two, thast's you, yo, grab the pole
    Strike three, das me, R.I.P to all my F.O.E.S
    You suckas are built too bitch and soft
    I've heard it all so fuck 'em all

    I will catch you slippin'
    Lights out
    Stars go missin'

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