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Mar 2019
Yo I be mack impresario so don't take it personal
Lyrics full of arsenal feel the temperature rise slow
Got the girls temple it ain't that simple
If ya game is too lame to the ears of a dame
They'll put you to shame same ol same
Fools out here rappin' like they killing the game
But ain't no charges mack harder than El Debarge
They wanna stay with me lay with me easily
My words sharper than a marlin or swords
Through my vocals chords I'm toppin' billboards
Another number one single mix and mingle eating Pringles
Why y'all fake hustlers spend up all.of ya dough
Im laughing at the crib smokin' swishers on the patio
Love women but some of 'em hoes
Try to get you out of your clothes to exposed
Ya strategy but most brothers gotta weak mentality
While thinking they playaz but no?
Suckas messing up the **** game MJG and 8ball said the same thang
Things need to change folks just moving the same slang


Take lessons from a P I M P you'll see my legacy
Spread through out the **** halls of fame
No shame lay down the hardest mack game
It ain't about putting **** to they behind
Its about getting in their mind watch em grind
For you be the truest of the true watch red and blue
Cuz one time love to see us on a flat line in a sublime
State of mind I ain't trying to climb a wicked ladder
Cuz it's a on a stagger rhymes jagger no need for swagger
I'm only after my publishing chapter
Royalties so you gotta crown me
Pour up a glass of Hennessy no time for phonies
Rappin' on this four Tay beat mic in my hand greet
Soon to meet defeat hearing crowds feet
Stomp at the show front row girls throwin' ***** holes
All a brother knows I flows preach only what I know
So haters back back before ya wig get pushed back
I'm a chill as brother smooth as an undercover lover
Smother true playa for real just ask ya mother...



Now playaz standing in line hataz get behind
Me like Satan but can't tempt me or **** see
Spending too much money my game smoother than
Iceberg Slim like Jim got girls freakier than Lil Kim
******* make ya go back for more
Pass second on to the third you heard
While you shooting birds I'm watching the herds
Of women chillin' under cotton bed linen
Wifebeater fake playaz think they slick cheatas
But I be the fall back brother no other
Keeps it realer than I that's why she tells no lies
Got these other homies hypnotize
By her gleaming eyes and beautiful thick thighs
On a natural high
Like the blood stones so many clones
Out chea soon to disappear once I appear
From the rear see them drop tears as the smoke clears
This ain't a magic act most dont know how to act
When ***** right in front of them
Scared of losing position let her think she winning
Then you begin to see how she really loosin'?
That's why they always ending up choosin'
Me over the lames cuz I recognize a playaz game
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
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