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Ready, ready, ready for this
Feel the base, you just get closer
Be impressed by the words I chose of
Once again kickin' it live
guarded
I don't get too caught up in the gimmicks
Like these artists
I just keep it pushin' go the hardest
Regardless
Independent G's, we get lit by
right in my waist
From Jags to Jeeps
With them raggedy seats
Just imagine how I'm movin' if we had any beats
Beats relax me
Good cheeba keeps
hustlin and pedalin
Whoever you are, I know your type by far
Have some respect and keep that act up to par
The rules of my game for your protection
the rap
Like can I handle all the hate
I might throw on religion beads I'm prayin to babalu aye
The Kid Cuban Havin Racks its Lookin Like I'm Movin Yay
Fuck
low
Unpredictable weather out here, might snow
See I live with good intention, all the cons and pros
Sure the company you keep match the ratio
1 to 1 -
Ayy
She tryna live a movie life
Way she movin' is too groupie-like, ha
Maybe I'm just too polite
I put up with her 'cause the coochie tight
Half
shanked my nigga, Banks
Might have to go to war for that
And where the fuck's that pussy
Now? Somebody tell me that
From young, I wanted to live this life
of the
Manufactured high-wire dramatic
Actors that you find attractive
Held captive by the
Multi's even if the message is faulty
Colby cheese oozin', please keep movin
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
you like, you by yourself
And you just cruising on the highway man
Yeah this, this got me thinking
Uh, I'm smoking on that cat piss
Swerving
You might wanna whip me, I don't
I ain't runnin' 'round with no hoes
I don't live my life by your code
I just work my hands to the bone
I don't grind it
and biscuits, don't risk it
It's all materialistic, die over this shit
And almost got robbed by these two kids in a Lex
Wit light tent, steady movin in (said
again, how you got your funny name"
She said, "My house is the only one on that street,
I live at One South Rainey's Lane"
"Jesus, where is he when you
my belt
On point, I ain't got no time to live up in a cell
Niggas wish just for me to fail
I just wish 'em well
I'ma grind to the top, I don't need
Really tryna get into?
I'm single and I live by myself
Young, black, successful
But I can't stay up out the ghetto
And I just got that new
'Vette for
wit us?
'Cause we love to bang and swing and live it up
I get low and roll a tree wit a foe
Break bread or fake dead, that's the slogan, li'l homie
Why
would've got dropped
I'ma back out my chop if a Gz in
The spot, if the gun jam up
He get beat with the Glock
And these niggas pussy
Don't rap what they live
and biscuits, don't risk it
It's all materialistic, die over this shit
And almost got robbed by these two kids in a Lex
Wit light tent, steady movin in (said
to feel relief cause I
Get worked up In my thoughts I hold inside
Now I'm workin workin overtime
Yes I'm tryna live my best life
That Involves you by my
screamin for reasons
We keepin but don’t be believin
Like tough
They made it all up
It shoots plastic or what
I’m as real
I’m as real as they
Imagine
If
for all this shit
Rather be dead or in jail than live my life like this
So I rhyme like shit whenever I get in my problems
Maybe this time I'ma quit
ain't movin' if my shoulders high
I'm a dreamer, but I make it sound heavy,
But our borders too steady, we just can't get by, but you get it
Miss
wanna slam
Not much changed, grab a bowl like every morning
Waking up at dawn and crack open a yawn then
Movin’ with a different flow, I'm shiftin’ outta
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