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ozzy apollo - le jeune st. freestyle lyrics

[verse]
locked for flipping work
cross my fingers
pray to god it hurt
lost my feelings
all from poppin’ pills and eating chicken jerk
my b-tch is hurt
talking about attentions never given
i said patience is a virtue, b-tch who hurt you, f-ck i’m kidding
uh
death and taxes that’s all they promised
empty stomach hunger run ya pockets
run the number slumber never hit the commas
i’ma blow; osama
b-tches in my cama
hit the pops and now she call me father
never stop and pray it take me farther
now i’m cobain, shotgun aimed, face split, i can’t find nirvana
find costanas pray they lay with me mañana
say they change with fangs and llamas
and find bombers with some ganja
strapped with lamas
call my momma
ma my karma caught up in my cara filled with smoke on marijuana
on my own i’m frank sinatra
f-ck on life and make that b-tch scream like an opera house
my offers out
my art reflects my vision like i’m basquiat
manny pacquio, my pinky ring make sure it knock me out
probably how my hammies found a way to finally find a route
(okaaay)
i done found a way to just suppose
f-ck a net, i kick it back, make sure i bite down on my goals
f-ck is you
gonna tell me what i want
what i eat
how i hustle, how i struggle, how i sweat and how i breathe
man i’ll k!ll you for my cause
swear i put that sh-t on god
watch you try to take whats ours
swear i’m rippin’ out the dot
swear you frontin’ like you real
tryna check me for my seal
f-ck a handshake, what’s the deal
for ya mans sake, grab the reel
watch a rat squeal
for his last meal
that ain’t that real
claim the fact build
see the fat bill
play with black fields
that ain’t green tho
i’m just that real
run a track field
f-ck a trap build
i’m like steve, hoe
i can’t see nothin’, got my backs peeled
stab my back; k!ll
now you lack mill
y’all just lack grills
biting pack deals
b-tch i pack run
b-tch i pack meals
y’all just gotta step back
b-tch i attack and i snap, feel?
you can have the last supper
i can put it on my mother
i can put it on your family
b-tch i’m a threat
i got it next
this ain’t as good as it gets
walking up, i got the names
blocking up up out all the lames
i let it bang
check out my rang; too st–ze
hunger my bank
never satisfied
i don’t tell the lies
you can get it from the rank
the highest to crank
i can tell that you clean by the way that you stank
women on my line blowing up my phone tho
talking bout the b-tches that keep tagging me in photo
that’s slow tho
i don’t really f-cking notice
take me out the frame to focus
f-ck a name i came for lotus
shame you brang up all coldest
i done came up from the bottom
i fall like it’s autumn
i pick myself up, i got em where i want em
fought em when i want em
bought em when i want em
wanna wanna wanna
the wants and needs with marijuana
i been dirt broke
from the first stroke
f-cking all on life
that’s some thirst hoe
is it worth tho?
all of my ambitions
i defy the visions
they done counter fitted
without my intention
this an intervention
not a sin to mention
all my win attention
hold on with protection
f-ck all you that got it made
it ain’t jealousy, the pain
you never endured
b-tch are you sure
you wanna f-ck with my name?
hunger in my veins
pain and struggle dna
see the way you free the fake done made me f-cking leave the cake
i done came up from the doom
whippin’ down street of le jeune
f-cking vices in my room
sunny days, her face is gloom
trace the shroom
laced with pace of ye and loom
face the cake a mae
you can get it from the rip
b-tch i don’t trip i just come for the

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