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twenty four hours or less my nigga you finna be dead
Bitch I got twenty four ways to murder you niggas don't make me go check off the list
You're in

I got my own house and got a P you can ask Jde, I really got a few and put em onna Shelf

This beat smooth den a bitch I like the wave
I'll make

trying to run
Did you forget what happened last year? They lost all their funds!
You thought by doing that you'd make it safer for other races
But instead

but I'm ending the drought,
I'm bouta knock it out the park Mike Trout,
There ain't doubt,
Swisher got that dope shit by the ounce,
cnd I make

a roller coaster KnowledgeBoy ain’t at his peak 
Imma make you say unhh, like it’s Master P 
Take you anywhere you want, in a presidential suite 
Commas

throat (real shit)

She can't talk to niggas or she gone get chocked
I think I'm the shit where the toilet paper roll

Eat my semen put her ass in demon

the people
That be trynna talk the gossip

And trying to just spread the slaughter uh
I ain't with the murder
Yeah you know I'm with the herders uh
Herd us all

and shhh
Told the bitch don't wanna hear it
No no just please don't talk to me
That bitch think I'm stalking her
But mentally she's stalking me
I swear

Spirit guide the ship
Waves crash
Time passed
I had to live it by example
They kept calling out my bluffs
They said Cleto "STOP the drugs"
They said Cleto

that bully three hoes cutting my black
Skully I'm that gully
Talk to me crazy get your
Mouth back smacked bloody
Trust me, shit really ‘bout to get that

up lose my mind oh
Batty phatter I could tell she was from nairo
By the way she do the eye roll
And the way she make the ting go tu nuh
Aye
Nice

Walking with a OZ and Jordans from 03'
Smoking OG by the bag shit come with no seeds
Sold my first whip couldn't pay the damn fees
But I copped a new

for tracks
You dudes talk shit, tryna mentally haze me
But those cheap shots never could phase me
They could never amaze me
Your bullshit never could

PSoul on the track
(a lot of you motherfuckers wanna talk
Say shit behind my back) yeah! Ha
(but I'm just gonna keep playing the music)
Look (Fuck

yeah 
Need this for the family tree
Multi-million dollar dreams 
Got it mapped out  
They all gone doubt, they all want clout 
Young Master P, all

been rolling out some p*t
I've been down the f***ing block
Choppa spin and f***ing rock
Like a jester gonna mock
Keep that strap in f***ing socks
Talk

motherland's P-I
My wife's Pinay, we been married a long time

In the Military discipline is necessary
Subordinates complain about every thing
Young  Staff

know
Never trust a b**** I'm just living by that quote
Welcome to the party
Rest in peace to pop smoke
And my neck really froze
Got a lot of h***

through the spring and
The summer show them niggas you
Been thuggin grind in silence who
Talk the most do the least it hold more
Weight certified by

While the pen work
The way my pen talk to the paper it's like my pen flirt
Lay down the tracks
Blink
It's 11:00 p.m.
Finish up
Close out my day
So I lay

The path was paved by the breakdance linoleum
The days when a phrase could raise pandemonium
Way before the reigns of Wu Tang Clans and Hov and them

ain't it?
Been sipping this Remy I'm faded
But still I be, concentrated
R. I. P mama I made it
Estate that I live in is gated
Whenever I talk it's

or capping or rocking with me for pretend
It's just me and my drake im listening to
Drizzy he singing bout no new friends
I look in that mirror and talk

you can spare just watch how they frame you
Square niggas yelling P I see how the game do
Give that talk a rest if you a known mark
Niggas put a pole