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it glass (glass)
And copped a coupe so I can drag (skrrt)
I bought a bag and made 'em mad (bag)
I bought the bag just to brag (woo, woo, woo, woo)

at
When we popped on you
Every time you see us you get Flashbacks
Niggas out hear yelling
Free that Boy
Like he Mad Max
When he was pure bitch in the Bounty

after me 
Nigga i cant fuckin lose 
Tell me that im arrogant lil nigga i dont fuck with you 
I had to get it out the mud this shit was hard to tell

don't)
Tables turn but I'm okay with that
(Fuck 'em)
First you'll break up 'til you move on
(Fuck 'em)
I'd rather eat and get money alone (Damn)
I'm

up
Don't be a pri- (hey), Madonna, uh
You gotta get 'em a, hop
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
That's right, keep it up, keep it up
Don't be a pri-

the grass choose the way you will react?
Stand up for yourself, don't be a pussy
Dodge em if I can, if I have to
If I cannot well you know that I still tell

is practice, when I get on stage, and i get that mic, spit hot flows make'em do back flips,


Hook

I don't get it, you see my eyes when I side my

a check up on ya bae
Yeah them b**ches mad
They know what's up with me

You don't have to tell me your pressure
Boo I can peep it
Ain't no sneaking

up on ya bae
Yeah them b**ches mad
They know what's up with me

You don't have to tell me your pressure
Boo I can peep it
Ain't no sneaking

like porn to me (facts)
We get money right now, we ain't gotta post no throwbacks (uh-uh)
Location, tell 'em post that, watch how quick we come get

the set

I ain't tryna hold no convo, I get active bout my cake, shit
Run your ass up and you get left up by the lake, shit
Mad down tried to tell ' em we

that fist I got them hands
Yo bitch yea she trans boy you tell her get her mans
Don't give a fuck boy I'm coming up like I'm sand
You whining you

Get Up on My Level

Kevin Gates

By Any Means

2014

on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level

Going hard for 'em in the paint
Never had a real family
That nigga I call daddy
I never had a real

much to tell the truth, make em dance and never lose
Keep my business out the news except for when the album's due
Get duped into a record deal,

and clothes

Do it big then

I do it big nigga

I do it big nigga

I do it big nigga

So many ways to get paid better, keep, fake, ID

Sure y'all don't try me

Darion's as meal tickets
Not knowing that disconnect from the Dwight
The next Dariation will be the real victims

I can't blame em really, I remember my boy

what y'all say (I don't give a fuck)

I don't care, fuck that bitch
Icy walk in that boy stay with the clips
Boy I been ballin' you need an assist
Bitch

a damn bout who come wit her
Oooooou so I can show em how Im living
Tell that boy come welcome to da trenches
Come here baby girl welcome to da trenches

Tell em make dem gimme space
(Gimme space gimme space joor)

See I just want to be loved by you (By youu)
Oh I can do it better
With every other record I

clean don’t need no tint 
Everybody watching tell em get like this 
Everybody bark Everybody talk 
See em in the streets they don't walk that walk 
Feed

get you in the dark, boy
I ain't gon' say too much, I'm 'bout the action
Lost my brother so I'm never with the lackin'
Shit get bloody, real bloody, no

A.B.C.

Another Bad Creation

Coolin' at the Playground Ya Know

1991

Comin' from the playground
Take it straight back to the bricks
Yo Chris, tell 'em where it is

Chillin', cooler den a squeak, kickin' dirt on my

Playground

Another Bad Creation

Coolin' at the Playground Ya Know

1991

[GA]
Comin' from the playground.
Take it straight back to the bricks.
Yo, Chris, tell 'em where it is.

[Chris]
Chillin'; cooler den a squeak;

Christian, so the white boy practicing Judaism, They united on the facts, there ain't no melanin in him
Don't call me black, no more, call me Gold, Moses