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    I got a gift
    I got a lot to give
    I got a lotta problems but the shh, it keep me hip
    I'm lit
    And I do not mean a strally or a shiv
    I mean candy canes and fizzy drinks

    Don’t do drugs kids
    Leave me to the dumb shit
    Pull up to the function
    Eyes roll back
    My chain ain’t tucked in
    I feel like dustin in the rain man
    Gotta take a rain check
    Why should I pay tax? Fuck that pay me
    Need P, I won’t pay back
    New day nuttin’ new
    Still see me cuttin’ tru
    Still keep it fucking rude
    Don’t keep no bloody tool
    Don’t watch those dutty yutes
    (No life outside the ends)
    So fuck that man are offskie
    Pray to the sky ain’t get no reply so I said cool, fine, I’ma cool with my posse
    Facing the spite can’t take me alive, I arrive inside man's doing up godspeed
    Yeah can’t lie, you tried but you really can’t just pattern this rap thing properly
    Get these rappers up off me

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    I got a gift
    I got a lot to give
    I got a lotta problems but the shh, it keep me hip
    I'm lit
    And I do not mean a strally or a shiv
    I mean candy canes and fizzy drinks

    What’s the word?
    G told me the drop said word
    Love a business call cau' we putting in work
    Got shows coming up that's gas cau' I need 'em back
    'Cause the bank this time next year gotta burst
    Word
    Might put my boat race on custom shirt
    Make you wear it work
    But I'm far from dead
    I swear that I'm cursed
    I aim for his head
    Looks like paint on the curb, that’s how I describe the way that I work
    The way that I work like clockwork
    Slay with the notes in my phone on a verse
    Some days feel like bart
    Treehouse of terror, life rip my heart right out of my shirt
    I'm hyper
    I got chip
    Where my lighter?
    Aye son lemme get a flame, yeah, nice one
    I don’t text nobody no more
    Don’t ring nobody no more
    Just my ones
    Get drop off the edge like Ivan
    I'm Tyson
    Wins on the horizon
    Slice and dice ‘em
    Cuttin’ thru cars on a bike mans cycling
    (One new text on my phone)
    That’s my my thing
    Come thru your door like the shining
    Frightening hype thing
    Wining dining
    I'm in my bag, that’s twining
    I been looking for reasons but I can’t find ‘em
    Life don’t seem too inviting
    I heard them man prey no Bison
    Keep your contract
    Keep your co-signing

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