they looking for me to carry the baton like carrying on a stanza wasn t really aiming i happened to take a gander caught it now they calling it casualties of the banter i m talking out the side of my neck i m all cancer i m charles lee ray on the break looking for santa s who would have thought a murder would be an extravaganza trying to move eddie caputo up on the mantle and lead andy out on the break to play the example talk about how to baton that s the passing of the guard corner crowded with the god s like i m passing the quran passing through with the word and a car note for a scarf i m part ives saint laurent and part panther gave em residue like base lost steps i heard beats and caught bodies you caught breaths i m part vera at par tech part brownstones part jects and nah i d never be part nets i grew up where shit less cautious more cassius know the corner store well i could walk backwards where going o t on the starters and small factions and throw the rock through the fort like mark jackson this rap shit turned into horse and it s all practice my dress code will get me fined more blackness sixteens i m less curry more westbrook so stand thirty feet out the line is all ad libs and all the wcw s that you screenshot got the front door of my building like a supreme drop treat me like the lord i double them like a restock strung em underground now they looking for the chief rock and really these ain t lines its throwing diesel pedestal high enough to clothesline eagles sympathy aside ya ll will go in the trunk my bio is riley freeman meets thelonious monk and now they call me old school they say the same to andre flow all keys and it s 88 like a steinway till they top five supported me like a stranjay and get a lil wilder to reach i m deontay it ain t hard to tell cause it s nothing to tell my rep did all the talking and it s a wonderful braille and whether we talking pens or we get to talking limbs we still talking how i m a walking double xl twelve years of valedictorians under my belt let the plug know he lucky that i ain t jump on the scale this is more or less battery acid on the notes app looking for your fade you following where the smokes at henny on the steering wheel playing with the lord turned into gray bottoms on the stage at the awards just in case ya ll was lost i m the face in the forbes ghostwriting is everything that they claimed that it was i m straight haha gyeah one time stretch bob show