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Originally Posted by Kodak Black

[Intro]
True story, ain't no lyin'
A wise man can play a fool but a fool can't play wise
Unless you judge me by my cover so you can't read between my lines
I'm a street poet, poetical genius
God made me, believe me
They ain't know that I was intellectual
Tryna change your life, but they won't let ya
I'm in Detroit right now
Just hollerin' at my nigga Wiz

[Verse]
I was hollerin' at my boy, he say he feel like he gon' die soon
Had to pray for him because he need it more than I do
How can I tell my people that's exactly the way I feel?
But I know that I'm blessed, so I won't give a bitch that idea
Runnin' from the Jakes, I was posted up with a 9 mill
Got me jumpin' gates, I got credit cards in my high heels
All my niggas fake, that shit kept comin' out like diarrhea
Syko on my line, I'ma pick him up, he in Liberia
Wiz, he just whipped up a brick and he ain't put no noodles in it
Told him I just caught me a fish, so don't put no tuna in it
They know that I'm baptized in blood, I let my soul sing it
Runnin' round wildin', I'm childish, I ain't got no home trainin'
Talking to my lil' boy, I promise won't let them boys kill me
Lookin' at my lil' boy like, "Father, don't let them boys steer me"
Nigga tried to trap me, I saw it, they say that boy slippin'
Niggas tried to trap me, I saw it, they say that boy slippery
Young nigga stickin' to the code, 'cause I don't condone snitchin'
I ain't goin' out like that rapper, I won't do no tippin'
Willie said my name on the TV, that boy a bold witness
On the news he T.I.P.’d me, that boy got no feelings
Suwoop put the pole on lil' buddy, they said The Game strippin'
Old heads ain't hittin' on nothin', I say them boys kiddin'
I want all the smoke out the stove, but I don't even roll Phillies
How the hell you callin' me out when you know I don't listen?
How you try and put me in timeout when I ain't Big Boy children?
Nigga waitin' on for me to fall off just like that boy Gillie
Said they ride for me 'til the wheel fall off, I be like, "Oh really?"
How you tell me what came out my mouth, you don't even know Nipsey?
Tiny, that bitch ugly as hell, I don't even want Piggy
I can't beat you niggas at talkin', give me a long sentence
Know I keep the pole and I ain't no ho, I know some Rollin 60s
And I'm thuggin' all on my lonely, but I keep some Zoes with me
How the hell you cancel a nigga, and I don't even smoke tobacco?
Mute me when I voice my opinion, and I ain't even know it mattered
Jump right on my live and record me, everything I say be Platinum
Special kind of nigga, they know me, they want my name slandered
Special kind of nigga, they know me, they want my name slandered
My head right on the swivel, I'm focused, they want my brain splattered
How the hell you cancel a nigga, and I don't even smoke tobacco?
Mute me when I voice my opinion, and I ain't even know it mattered

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Originally Posted by 22gz

[Intro]
Blicky the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky
Gang, Gang, Gang
Grrrrrrrrttttt, Bop!
Bop, Bop, Bop!

[Verse]
When I get to swerving on 'em, spinning the curb up on 'em
Sending Suburbans on 'em and we lurking on 'em
Ain't no funeral service for 'em (Boom, boom, boom)
I'm on a mission for 'em, Sniper Gang got the vision on 'em
Never snitching, go to prison for 'em (Nah)
Hundred round drum, thirty clip is on 'em, blood dripping on 'em
Pussy nigga went against the gang, you know that's a violation
Penalty is death, take his last breath
Bullets burning, like I'm frying bacon, niggas dying waiting
Never mind the hating, I'm a General, nigga (Blicky the Blicky)
I'm about to put an end to you niggas
Niggas fucked your baby momma, spent up all your money
All you did was tell on them niggas? (Bands, bands, bands, bands)
You was with this gang banging, you was tryna be like 22
I'm responsible for all you niggas (Blicky the Blicky)
I'm the realest nigga, tell the truth (Bop, bop, bop)
And I know I might alarm you, nobody thinks you a Don, Q
Thirty round knocking off a limb, maybe leg, head, plus an arm too
I could look into your eyes, know you never been on a mission
Some niggas be bitch and never really listen
Get put in a ditch and now his momma missing
Might put out that hit and now we gotta get him
We caught us a lick and now we gotta wet 'em
This shit ain't no diss, ain't no Tory Lanez
I pull out that blick and leave no remains
You don't want these Blicky niggas parked inside of Highbridge
Look what I did, got the ladder hanging out the stick
Looking like a high bridge, you could die, kid
Fuck Real Ryte, y'all can suck a dick and get killed too
Y'all know damn well who got y'all mans hit
Even Kooda blood would get spilled too
Killing niggas then I rap about it, like I'm Melly, nigga (Right)
Ain't no shit that you could tell me, nigga (Right)
Murder on my mind, is you ready, nigga, I'm a deadly nigga
Can't compare my shit to none of these bitch niggas
Not JD, not D Sav, and especially not that snitch nigga

[Beat Changes]

[Second Intro]
Blicky the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky
Soft ass niggas
Stop fuckin' calling my name, son (Gang, Gang, Gang)
Y'all niggas don't put in no work, for real though
Y'all don't want us purging
Y'all know how that shit get
On God

[Verse 2]
Suck my dick
Bitch we roll in threes, two Blicky's shooting and one driver, that's how it's suppose to be
Pussy, you ain't never kill a body, can't get close to me
We gon' keep on flipping, spinning blocks until they all deceased
Invest in a ratchet or a casket (Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky)
They never be where they suppose to be
I got the heat to control streets (Control the streets)
I bet this dick will control your treesh (Treesh, Treesh)
Couple head shots, gon' expose his dreams
You caught a opp and then flew to Miami (Yeah right)
That nigga lied
All of my opps took a trip to Miami (Pussies)
I wonder why
I'm with them Snipers and Blicky's don't panic (Sniper, Blicky)
Either way niggas die
I just came home, I beat it, don't care to go back
That young nigga wilding (Gang, Gang, Gang)
If the nigga Real Ryte, tell the driver bend right
G Herbo get herb too
Post on my pic then delete it, I'll murk you
But shout out to Chiraq, I know where the guys at
Spinning with Rugers, so you better duck
Or they aim where your mind at
Grrrrtttttt, boom!

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im gone get in that pussy & dance in it
house with a lake, no neighbors, ayy
& links on my wrists, no bailiff, ay
house with a lake, no neighbors, ayy
& links on my wrists, no bailiff, ay

I'm like how can I breathe when you be gone?
Ain't tryna see the police 'cause I be wrong

i see u fuckin with me, im catchin on
im gone put a lil seed in yo tummy

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I've got some letters inside of my drawer
That should have been stamped and delivered
One is addressed to my ex
It says "I'm the type of man who can't be lived with"
One is addressed to my friends
It says "I'm a mess so y'all can't visit"
One is addressed to myself
But I don't know which personality or hand to give it

I'm a God-damned misfit, mismatched, but never missed much
Mr. right-time-wrong-place with a long face until our lips touch
I don't miss the mistrust, it's what got our messages mixed up
Before I rip up your letters let us see if I can tear you away from his clutch

This stuff's a whole other drawer
From a different dresser I'm not ready to address
I went to the west to get my mind off things, I'm already depressed
I give up, get let down, downplay, play games, put on my game face
Face my pharmaceutical needs, feed on my medicine, I don't like the way that it tastes

I go place to place without enough money to put a bed under me
I share my sleeping space with rodents, insects, and dust bunnies
I laugh at the mess I've created for myself until it gets unfunny
But I'm content in the fact that they don't expect respect, sex, love, or trust from me

When I'm hungry I can taste it
I hide in the basement
Check up on me every now and then
'Cuz my mood swings low, I can feel myself going down again

Falling off is easy, getting put on takes a bit of ass-kissing
I'd rather listen to myself flop on the ground than hear the sound of a mattress spring
I rap and sing and talk and write and often type with 2 fingers
The "hunt and kill" method
I edit one third of a word per second

Your emails sit in my unsent box. If you're a girl that I miss
You'll eventually get my virtual good bye kiss
The rest are addressed to my friends and the subject line is "Just check this fine bitch"
And the one for myself's untitled but...it's the same virus

My wrists get slit on your shoulder blades
When I lose my grip when I hold your face
Let it drip on your golden laced silver slip
Spilling all over the place
I'd lay my jacket over the blood puddle when we go on dates
To prove I'm a gentleman, peddling my bike at a slower pace

"The sum of the parts doesn't equal the whole," she states
Before my parents get home I'll take
Time to find the fragments of our relationship
Glue back together this broken vase

Falling in love is easy. Falling out of love takes a bit of practice
I'm good at both without even owning a mattress
I never asked for a kiss without deserving one
If you never saw me cry before
Wait for the next time I wake up on the wrong side of the floor

I've got some letters inside of my drawer
That should have been sent by now
Sealed in an envelope
One is addressed to my ex
And it says that I feel our friendship's a joke
One is addressed to my friend
And it says his ex-girlfriend's on coke
And one is addressed to myself on a personal note
Unopened...filled with endless quotes

Whenever I spoke, they'd close me in and bust my lip
Now I wear parenthesis on my temples, step to the podium and just think
Whenever lonely I shrink, and hold myself, squeezing tight
Before I sprawl out on the hardwood floor and kiss myself to sleep at night

I have dreams of flight, but I'm not floating
The ground is approaching awful quick
So I wake up screaming for you to catch me
That's what I start every day off with

I may talk shit, but ain't much else to do in this prison cell
And lucky for me no one really listens well, especially when I diss myself
I'll fly away on a pig when my living hell freezes over
And since I'm used to the cold I'll be able to rest my head on Jesus' shoulder

Explanations are in order for why these floor boards are always freezing
Guess it'll all make sense once we get older and reach the Age of Reason
'Til then, I'll have no reason to sleep in, Not even on weekends
Unless we're together, 'cuz my willpower will probably weaken

Deepen my appreciation for the current condition
'Cuz I'm sick of always feeling like something is missing
I slumber in one position. Crouched up and fetal-like
The couch sucks cuz my feet are like...given no space to breathe
While I embrace my knees

Its off to the floor 'cuz I can't sleep nowhere else
That's why I write these letters to all of y'all but never send 'em
It's better to just keep to myself

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[boof]

fire

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u wanna see a dead body?
how bout a 12 guage shotty?

my bro said, 'fuck it, get money'
my other bro said, 'shoot everybody!'

i like how they talk shit but aint on shittttt

cuttin the work, that's an editttt

yo b i need a ratchet gettin tired of these hand tingssssssss


fiends over dose, need a medic (he's dead!)