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Castro what the fuck is happening
I need some new content
Castro stream yo shit on tik tok
Might get Addison
I don't need no white bitch dancing to my melodies
Envy and jealousy I wish up, up, up on my enemies
Some of my homies lock up in penitentiaries
Some in cemeteries
All I got is memories
Stop comparing me
To these weak ass celebrities
Jake and Logan Paul they say we got some similarities
But I'm a beaner with black power
And they crackers and they cowards
And all y'all feed off his shit like some fucken fiens
January 6 the year 2017
My grandma passed away
So tell me WHO'S GONNA PRAY FOR ME!!!
Born in 95
I got the 95 clip on my grip
I'm gone kill you fucken pedophiles
If you get near them kids
You think I'm bluffing this ain't nothing
Call the cops I fear no pigs
If you're running then I'm hunting
I promise you won't exist
Logan Paul
You better recognize
I'm coming after you and your brother
I'm gone get mines
Austin broom
You better make some room
Every brotha ain't a brotha
I'm gone start with you
Lizzo please
I hope you listening
No one wants to see your fat ass on a tv screen
If you love your weight
Then there's no body shame
But if you don't then lift some weights
Instead of tryna hate
Thrill us
Or kill us with scissors
Or shoot us with cannon balls
You'll miss us
We winners
We sinners
We fear no man, we fear god
Brothas
And Sistas
Just give us
More patients it won't be long
For potnous
To smack us
Some crackers
With hammers
Until they gone
Let me breathe
I don't wanna die
Agree to disagree
I still won't reply
Give me the keys
Let's go for a ride
Day n' night
I'm gone shine your wrongs in the light