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lord byron (rapper) - cosby lyrics

blood covered my hands so i’m touching the sands, leaving red prints for all my n-ggas who clutched in the can i had mad homicidal thoughts my vision was blurry, clutched the nine hawk didn’t even have to spark for n-ggas to scurry, but n-ggas test me,(scraaaaa) i’m leaving n-ggas messy eyewitnesses at the wake said his face was a mcflurry,rhymes are dirty cause black c0kes back, n-ggas is worried but my album ain’t even drop from the sky like pigeons in jersey, god of raps,gobbstoppers and bottle caps we was minors what the f-ck is consignment? just holla back when you get the paper, aight word i’ll hit you later, 30 minutes p-ss my shorty playing jenga with stacks,monopoly games,bonny had to pop me for change but its coo just a lil bruise i had to cop me a flame,i’m on a yacht like basquiat chomping popular salmon, salamander skin on my watch strap now who got that? shorty got a page in maxim a magazini b-tch stay rich i stay with the piff she stay with the sniff,these are the memoirs of a drug lord before decent,free my n-gga prosper when you get out ima cop you a gorgeous whip,it’s horrendous how they trap us in cells for the lemonade that dwells from the lemons they sell,i walk around with a sh-ll on my body,kiss my prince on his forehead before i go to war with you n-z-‘s,it’s a genocide when villains ride through the dark alleys spray the parks go have dinners with they families,insanity brief,holding my seed like a canopy reached the point in my flow that i could win a grammy a week,took it to jail,went and hung it on a hook in his cell threw some krills on his books went to cook in sabel,i’m just a black motherf-cker to these bigots i smile in they face,like i’m a n-gga who got figures and islands to skate,and yo shoes you need to stay in your lace i understand you the man but i’m the man in my state,i’m on tracks standing in place handling cake while you n-ggas is on them same corners scrambling away,i eat beats that i bearly ingest,f-ck it,everydays a struggle gotta learn to live with regrets…

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