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Fantasies were dirty while us growing up
B****es would get flirty leaving all them pervy ones aroused
Baby mamas getting knocked up
Heavy round and round
We were the only fellas
Companied by sticky blows
Killing rappers
Heavy roasters out with daggers
Looking out for manners
Making every hater matter
But bigger dreams are brighting better
I never was a baby
I never made a kite in crazy state of weathers
It's a feminine's love a man's afraid of
Ups the downs up
But it's the love we ain't aware of
Like metaphors of rocks dippin' in
honey
We think but thou never thought
It is us b****es and money
Like how ironic we hate it so much they b****es
Beside the snitches
Destiny lies in where her ditch is
B****y b****es
I wonder why she had be did this
Ditchy b****es
A nigga cry because she did this
Picky baggers
Hippy manners
B****es making out with flappers
Needy gaggers
Trippy banners
Sitch is taking out with hampers
Tick in backers
Hip in daggers
Did it wit the pistol pallet
In the malice
In a palace
Bridge is picking out in ladders
See the past
I bring it back
I need a nap
I need a map
I need a bag
I need a tag
I need a sack
I need a pack
I peak a riddle in a beat
I seek the little in a seed
To be the beaten in a beef
I beast to beat epitome
Family times mattered most
Momma trying
Hustle grinding
Nagging with our counter host
Muscle fighting
Undermining
Padding wit all kinda cope
Power was the death but mighty
Now we rolling down and feisty
Ran around the block wit Nikies
Oh I'm killing now
Excuse to riddle out
Playing wit fire now
And rapping making niggas bow
But when you write
To ignite the wrong in a right
You go smile a seed in the conscious
A dime that speak in a auction
I fight I reep when I'm on em
I'm on em
Webb 11
Timeless music
I'm the Peter Parker in this World Wide Webb
You got me so infatuated
You got me in a maze
I'm sedated in amazement
It's like happy belated
And I'm sorry I kept you waitin'
I'd state it in a status
I'm a sucker for love
Look you got my heart racin'
I gotta finish my run
You my gift from above
My God given gift
I gotta give you my all
You like an image of art
And I'm the artist
Seemingly I gotta live wit your flaws
Look, wait
My phone's buzzin' me
And you buggin' me
Baby f*** wimme
I'm the under the
Impression that you stressin'
When you not wit me
And you still buggin me
Off a VN
OVM
I'm tryna dip out
Just to make you a Webb
Look, and you could find me where the hash is at
Bless 'em with my presence
Then you find me high where Santa's at
I'm a maverick spazzin'
Taking this dame on a bedroom tour
Like the intercourse we done engaged in
I'm just spittin raw
And we body niggas on these verses
Then we leave em comatose
Satan's stealing souls
But mine is destined for Heaven's doors
All these trials and tribulations
Trust me I gotta thank the Lord
Talent in abundance
Still be playing soccer on Heaven's porch
Martyrs on a mission
Kick and deliver for masses
Yeah, we spit that lyricism
These deliquents wouldn't fathom
Endorsing violence
Watch me get this beat in a vice grip
Recitin' your lines
While yo mami getting this pipe
Lass be bustin' on my sheets
Dirt I'm dustin' off my cleats
60 Seconds down the clock
My brother's comin' with the lean
We the future racin', ready and we set
They find gold in dirt
So I'll forever treasure my regrets
