Almiighty M - Random Thought

Imma man, imma fan understand
Yeah
Lit the pot now I hover with my hand
Yeah
Fuck her once, now she turn into my fan
Yeah
It's lit, so I never have to smoke again
It's bic; every time I go and write; the pen
It's hit, every time I think I'm broke within
It's bit, every time I go and...
Hol up hol up
Go with the flow that you rowing in
My bro kickin doors of the place you in
I roll on the floor, look the space I'm in
I might hit the store once I catch this win
Life got bad, gotta watch the sin
Got it cramming down my throat wow
Don't really know the concept to the age I'm in
Gotta live by the sword now
Chillin on the tree where the rope would swing
I'm bout to burn it down now
Got ties that I'm wishing I never would knot
There's flesh in the air while I'm stirring the pot
See death in your eye like your soul is on rot
Living my life yelling fuck all my ops
One brother a — and one brother a cop
3 sisters of mine, dawg I'll kill all they ops
No blood on the scene like I picked up the mop
In this life of sin, niggas all bout some guap
Keep it consistent like I'm on a mission to show all these people I am who I'm not
Keep it persistent like my flow is missing I'm running in circles then come to a stop
I know I'm missing the point of this argument so if you would just hit me with the block
I'm in the kitchen, I'm cookin my dinner to eat in your face like my system gon stop

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Markens Louis-Pierre

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