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isn't loud, put it out
Because I treat the mid like an allergen
I sold gas by the pallet and now
I got bitches who look like they came off a calendar

how you play yourself
Thievery stealth
Fiendin for wealth plus a meal ticket
Blood in my hand I feel wicked
Hell’s dwindlin live by the minute within

Love Is a Funny Thing

Evidence

Weather or Not

2018

("No more music by the suckers")

They say love is a funny thing
But what's funny is the company that money brings
Every year my circle's getting

a sedative
And all that shit you saying ho it all sounds so repetitive
"we going backstage and we getting VIP"
Better get yourself a ticket bitch, you going

them stores spending my ticket and copping loot
Talking packs n**** I sold a Benjamin by your school
That's a fact, need a gat and some Timberlands

call my lil Migo he send for the low head so good she sold me her soul big bizzle 

Gotta live by the code never  trust these hoes get you some money go

existence
A gift from the lifted
Or prisons by business
Get out of my business
I done sold no tickets
So wishlists unchecked
We'll see what maze gifted I

sold you
The ice cream that gave you a cold
And I'll pick him up from his house
And throw him at the North Pole

And I know that by the end of the day

as a humble nigga
Wym that you straight out the gutter
Rat mother

I just be feeling myself for no reason
Regular season game ticket seats
Pardon me

It is what

shells, clear the scene before it get recorded (out of there)
Movin' cautious, I can't afford it
Raised by them real trenches, catch a body and you get

peace
Still tryna find my inner me
True by design I'm obsolete
Still think bout my enemies
Starting off with regret
I called out and moved to the next

struck, by his real(ly/i)mmature manners
Felt special when he swept her up and dropped her off
At her highschool curbside, jealousy of her glamour
At least

looking out for their's
So I couldn't trust'em to have my best interest
Faded on them like a transition from a slideshow looking like Pinterest
Heavy heart

though I'm cold as they come
Out of thirty-one flavors that' sold in the front
And basically, your cup is the only thing holding you up
From hanging with

don't have no place to go now
You was at my show when I ain't have no crowd Baby girl, now I hope you got your tickets cause we're sold out

Who gone

World's Most Hated

Yukmouth

Thug Lord: The New Testament

2001

the MOB
If you fuck with one of us, the whole club about to squab
Your bitch gettin' shot, even your mama gettin' robbed
Fuck try'na hold haah, I sold rock,

New World Disorder

Biohazard

New World Disorder

1999

and Evan from the
fucking Bio, yo we down for survival with acid raindrenched skin infest-
ed by termites, hermaphrodites on bikes swing spikes, think

with a slip on holster
A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster
They supposed to know, it show when his aura glow
Get from out the row, when

with a slip on holster
A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster
They supposed to know, it show when his aura glow
Get from out the row, when

hoes, the dough I blew at Kokos, I'ma make that back
Every nigga I loved caught an addiction. Fuck that Script, watch how we flipped it
Eddie moved out

first bag
I sold weed out the candy bag
BLEEP

Feel the rush

Taxing niggas like Uncle Sam
Just enough to buy food and
Not ask momma ever again
For

last night we played a damn good show
Oh tonight, tonight the tickets are sold out and we're eager to perform for the sit down crowd
And the seats are

it's finish 
Faded blacked out like the bottom of church shoes 
Sold your soul now you can't even pick and choose 
Yellow brick road to the green I'm

where you go niggas still end up missing
Fat ass bambu stuff that bitch I get with you
Aint blowing no smoke flow ain't sold fuck a ticket
She hate when I