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Cough medicine life's filled with rejection
Friends don't stay they leave
You're by my side then we don't compete
I'm putting designer all on my

Been A1
Day 1
If ya ain't know
Off a lil bit of fame
Nothing's been the same
Watch em change though
That's how the game go
Every night up in

to get em on they feet
I know niggas really pussies
All they wanna claim is street

3 in the clip
1 in ya head
2 in the hole

Too many lips
Not enough

cheddar, ain't nowhere we coulda went
We lived paycheck to paycheck we knew that date best
But I was never hungry by the time the day rest
My friend up

Why this lil bitch tweaking with me
I don't give no fuck I'm fucking her friend
I know niggas that's really sliding
Hitting niggas and all they mans
God

just need a soda and cheap lil baby bottle
I Been sippin this shit since a teen I got a problem
When I'm behind the wheel I never cruise I go full

fuck it tho I'm thuggin
Aunty opened up her doors a younging
I was 18 bouncing around I'm not fronting
My lil cousin bout that bread he selling something

Convict accomplice you history
Go on slit ya wrist
And cut cha throat
Raised by the trillest
Streets no tuition
Guns liquor
Holy water sippa
Fuck Pigley

Convict accomplice you history
Go on slit ya wrist
And cut cha throat
Raised by the trillest
Streets no tuition
Guns liquor
Holy water sippa
Fuck Pigley

we got some plots
We got a party across the street it start at 9 o clock

I said Ight bet we lit but who got the za
We ain't got shit you know we

lil' bitch with my diamonds on and now she in here gazin'
Fuck her friend, I'm tryna run up an M, I get them racks and save 'em
Fuck a pen, this shit

I Got It

Bhad Bhabie

I Got It

2017

out in my J's
They took me out of the streets
But I'm still stuck in my ways
Why would I care what you thots would say?
You hoes look like somebody

R.I.P.

O.B.G. 'Z

Can't Be Faded

2000

small
I needed anything he was the first I'd call
He was down the road with me
If I got in beef
By fucking them hoes with me
He was H-O-T
Kept it real

That's the reason to show love.
With a beast stop crying,
You can get on me to find it.
Lend a hand, help a friend.
What's the reason,
Tell me what be

minutes
6 minutes, Dungeon Family you're on

Fine lil' mama, my home gon' be a palace
Laid out like a salad, keep a nigga from malace
I'm movin' things

the tester Jeep (skrrt)
Word on the streets FLYGOD got that mean dope (ah)
Fire out the nines or we can drag the steamboat (brr, brr, brr)
InshAllah, it's

Way over yonder 'cross a hill there lyes a 'lil ol' town we call hicksville
Well here brotherly love is incesticide but we country folk still got our

Changed

Rich Homie Quan

Changed

2017

teacher, "Look at me" and I didn't go to college

We 'bout to party just like Rick James
Oh, now I'm up by Biscayne
Albert Einstein, I'm insane
But I'm

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
I lost some old friends I had to tell, "No" (look like DJ Chose)
The streets they washed up most of these niggas

You Betta Ask Somebody

Esham

Dead Flowerz

1996

500 dry, just gotta fresh fade from the barber shop.
Gonna pick up my nigga we gonna hit the strip, got the 3-5-7 just incase we trip.
Might get a lil

the money's comin' with me
Wha?

(Lil' Shank)
I been spendin' cheddar since it jingled in my pocket
Program my mind, since birth, obtaining profit
Yeah I got it

out of my shell
Selling my case, I’m freed from the cells
Ringin’ all the bells
Dėnz gonna make ‘em dwell
‘Cause I feel like the goat
Surrounded by

you dirty like a pair of 40 dollar vans
All my brothers brothers I don't really do no fuckin friends bitch
They do the same thing them niggaz gang bang

the hoes, dank, fame
And loot are you a ryda? (Whoop)
Can we ride? (Whoop whoop)

I pack big heat 'cuz of
These streets I'm so fed
Rags hangin' out my back