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Tracy Lamont Morris Jr
Tracy Lamont Morris Jr
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Tracy Lamont Morris Jr
Tracy Lamont Morris Jr
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Talk my shii Lemme talk my shii Bet I do it If ever said Crushing bones Cuz I'm never scared Staying hungry Like I'm never fed Look I never rat Cuz I'm never in that situation I'm on mission causing fissions cross the fucking nation I'm never patient but adjacent to the incubation I can't keep em waiting It's amazing every time I grace em I'm new and notable All I got is quotables I don't do politics But they still gone vote for dude Pop up at a show or two I might have a hoe or two She just wanna slide Get her wet as a Frank Ocean groove Calvin Harris Not a day off I am not Ferris This the shit they cherish What they tryna make perish Its apparent I'm fresh as a new born out his parent Rappers can't see me They swearing I'm transparent They don't connect like Bluetooth Gotta pair it They just say it back they birds They all parrots Need enough fans For a tour from here to Paris If Eiffel down I would tower and still scare em I slide down in the JEEP My speaks blaring All black seats to the feet's I'm Huey P Look I'm the one Not 2 or 3 Unless you put em both together Take look at me I guess I'm ballin like Jordan I could be sick with the flu I'm still scoring I could get hit when they shoot I'm still soaring Aye I'm guessing I'm built foreign I don't mean out of this country I'm out this world Talking to Sumerians Patching in my girl She won't believe this shit She gone say I'm playing games I was out wit a bitch I mean me and Mary Jane We was out on a lift I set her ass on fire And went down to the strip I want all the smoke in this bitch In front of the no smoking sign Smoking n shit Like What's appropriateness You ever cross that line Its an appropriate mess Imma give em all the pressure That's colloquial stress They say it ain't the money It's your testimony But you gone meet God If you test the money Do you wanna get blessed Fresh squeezed juice But I never been pressed Can't worry bout what they do I'm doing my best Family Honor Respect I just live by the crest Any shot I take Is sure bypass a vest I'm aiming for the place that Your thoughts and dreams rest
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