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Hey, why else would college graduates parade around as dope boys?
Dumb their whole life down, Oh boy
He got a bad dime piece tho
While she
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
died
Tell my mama bury me with a navigation (I'ma find them)
On the road to riches, I jumped off the exit for some niggas I love
I almost OD'd off
cloud
9 go back to my crib and just relax and have some damn time
make you wall all night long try to put it through
yo back say you comin down well mama
i dont want the K if that bitch come with a stock
Im tryna hold you by my hip an just let that bitch pop
Swing this bitch round an round like im
ur crib tie
u up and clap ur mama
in southside ur get shines snatched
we sell dimes of smack by laundry mat
dodging Pontiacs ayo stick what the fuck
the interstate
Run a route then I touchdown getting money
Now all the bitches wanna come 'round
I was down but the tables turned, bitch
I'm up now smoking
nine, your love so high I just embrace the ride
Thought of coming down makes me feel deprived
To love, I see your smile, it's like I never knew love
Ovde se gradove, ovde se gradovi, ovde se gradovi
I woke up this morning and the sky was as blue
As the Adriatic by which i slept so peacefully
So
I'm shutting down the spot, close the curtain show's over
We bout to drop it, try to stop and pull me over
But I keep mashing, speeding through
the way of the other, cause I can't stop
People trying to trick me of my mission, but I can't drop
Cause I can't fall, run up I'ma keep bumping my lead
You already know what type of time I'm on
Fuck the mothafuckin' nonsense
Smack a nigga with a palm fist
Knock his IPhone out his hands
Drop his
is plots of season Then I had my daughters an it slowed me down
Look Purp I know you still had daughters But I know you will still drop bombs
Boy I'm
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven
And she's daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks
Sometimes I feel like I've been infiltrated
Mama told me I'm too related
By niggas I'm often hated
The reefer keeps me sedated
I've waded through
of time,
His clip drop down, he start signifyin,
You a bitch Cash run with ya bitch ass,
Heard sirens, then I heard him hit the gas,
Right then, I knew your
fuckin early grave
I hit the hospital they fill me up wit IV cant take
the pain all im thinkin is wont you die please
I hear my mama on the elevator goin
Someone set it out for you to let it out
Now don't regret it
Get embedded to the back drop
Positioned there with your cash crop
Envision night as the last
Pistol whip abuse you, that's what the loot do, killa salute you
The feeling's mutual, a quarter million on the kitchen floor
One nigga breakin down
Niggas think they down one clip'll lift they spirits
Grinding all night to get the dollars up
Tell me is it possible for me to be tired of insomnia?
Cob
been dismissed images from the emphasis Of a apostles that I had de-molculed down the fossil Set up as art work in Roscoe to flossthe nostrils Leaving
Standing in line
Give me the money on drop of the dime
Currently hurting
You know they can't fuck up my grind
Blind in the mind, and they think we
Nip died
Smoking blunts on blunts tryna get by
Devastated tryna see
'Cause its fake if the source is TMZ
Go on IG, seen the post from GaryVee
Broken
brands
I am the man
Take care of the fam
I will not stop
Take em to the top
Mama tears yea will never drop
Not gifted yea but ima work hard
House in
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