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shit on your necklace, nigga
Even bitches cant check me, nigga
I ain't never been extra, nigga, nobody fresher
But the one I just left, My young one let

shout out the boy Steve
Everybody questioning
Asking when I'm taking off
Where the hell’s the money at?
Making songs ‘bout jacking off
I'm just doing me

forgotten
This for Ronell Foster. Cat Daddy. rest and prosper
This a problem we can’t avoid. I’m screaming 4 George Floyd
We protest in streets til the system

Kutta, guaranteed he get it on
Ay, shout out cuz

He go by Mani Hot
Hold on, now he go
It's like Holy Hot
He change his life, and you know it

He is on top

Song: Cruise Control (Extended Version)
Written by: A Ali

Intro:

A Ali: Hey
Lady J: Hey! What you doing?
A Ali: I ain’t doing shit…just riding.

Work it all out
This lifetime
If you want to be a millionaire
Then I can be your lifeline
JJ Finesser
Got a lot of women suitors
Shout out Seth

feel cos
Uno I'm a G
What you see is what you
Get baby Oh my Oh my


Young nigga had to risk it
For a biscuit with my
Real ones by my side
Man I need

1-2-3, 1-2-3-4
How many niggas in my store
Tell me who got the dope or the liquor
Cause it's the truth

When i talk to the liquor i feel like I'm talking

the bread I make I keep it all saved in the bank
Don't need no help I play this by myself ain't talking masturbate
Go head and introduce me, I ain't never met

family 4 life,
Watch ma back I watch your back nothing can tier us apart we stand by each other side to side,
The heart of a lion is a close reference

divine
And I hop on tracks
And you know my flows they stay fine
And I never worked no 9 to 5, but I'm still on demon time (hmmph)
I might just go run it

the bag yeah I know
Tell the oppas to get up with me, we ain't playin
Funny ain't no silly, we smoke by the O

I'm with Rozu we countin' money
Shit, we

I gotta get it by any means
When I pull up
Please don't make a scene
Living my life
Gotta get the green
Tiger blood in me
Like Charlie sheen
She

I'm not
Be yourself and never doubt yo' self (facts)
'Cause at the end of the day
It's all just banter
I wanna see someone recreate this
And give me

Moving so fast like a locomotive
She is so loco, she don't know my motives
Pouring up a Four Loko, she is so lit
She looking just like Coco plastic

Teacher mad but he don't shout,
You're not engaged so you'll never make your momma proud
But what the fuck is teacher still rambling on about
I got a plan,

to slide the
With gang of 300
Shouts to Jeremiah man
Swanky lean
Idle stance
Had a nigga saying sweet dreams
Sweet dreams

We never needed the weapon
Just

heart been broken plenty many times, you want the truth listen to my rhymes
I was in school steady getting high, You was in school study getting by
Shout

by my side

I ride for this shit, I die for this shit
I go platinum in the streets, suicide for this shit
I go platinum when I die, that's not what I

my dreams ain't too far Just Like a mile away
And a nigga be too gone Three, four Blunts by the day
If a nigga die Don't be sad, treat it like

a car go by, made me look too slow
I hit the gas, this lil car got passed, he got really choked
He bumped the hoe, almost lost control, to the side I pull

found it incredulous
By the time we reached the end, we gotta shout and get crazy, bitch

Yeah, we couldn't believe our eyes
My mom was surprised
It must

a doorman with security to open
The door man, I ain't never folding my cards Even when I'm at 16 damn, blackjack with Jack
Daniels by the age of 18, damn, run

sisters
Looking up to me 
How the hometown hero
Get the big recruit
I put that work in with no cameras
They know I'm the truth
Single mom raising four I'm