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thumbing blues
I don't do relationships
'Cause what's the benefits
I'll hit a bitch from the back then get rid of it
Spend a lot of cash, make it back like

mental / loose dental / most don't know thyself / broken matrix / freedom faded / where the mind once dwelled / held captive by the masses / perico from

be living can't be televised
They know we thugging everyday yea we be slanging iron
We get a drop we pullin' up we letting bullets fly
If I call lil

a reaction, these hands be dancing, better go panic, to you and your companions
5 4 3 2 1, That's the countdown for you niggas run
I'm the big dawg where

can tell by the cash that I'm payed a lot
And my bro in the field ain't afraid of opps
While you quick to fold like them table tops
Ball like Carson

ass don't fold
Just make sure your cash don't fold, get you a bag, lil homie
I'm used to being by myself, I ain't really have no homies
I had to learn

a fade from a trigger
Now the clown of the class got some duffles of cash he a famous lil n****
And I don’t need time to relax my body adapt
Should've

pushin’ weight
But I come from the south side, where them young niggas lettin all them shots fly
But a nigga just toured round America, linking with dizzy

on wait a minute
Ooh girl
Why you tryna be friendly
I was living in the attic
I think I might go out
But I ain't got no cash
And I ain't got no fans
But I'm

Yeah
Yeah
Gotta make it happen
Yeah
Yeah
Come on
You know where we at we swerving in traffic P's in the back
Yeah smoking on Thraxx
Asthma attack

Baby how that neck work
Aye
Before you leave my crib I gotta check purse
Yo Lil lady outta line you gotta check her
Before she made it off the bus I

that's Lil PJ
Try me in Maywood that curly fro and bald fade
Westside, that's Chi-town, that's Snypaz and do or die (Gone)
Crucial Conflict, Twista, kissed

him in traffic
He hit that boy with a 4 by 4
Dre Ski too savage
My heart cold I can't wife no hoe
Especially them ratchet lil hoes
They be doing

the lies
Look, My name is Chris and here's the story
No glory, no big name claim to fame
Or victory, not yet for me
Just a lil goal to make it, covered by

when I'm feelin' colder
I ain't taking no orders
I've been where you've been, lil' nigga, no respect for olders
Stand tall, money taller
And my wrist is

about bass talkin bout jewels ass and cash to drool over
Type to turn fool over
I just want to win and win and win and win and win times infinity
Drop ten

got, joint rollers
I got, weed crushers
I got, joint papers
I got, big crushes on these
Lil bitches in these
Big money
I don’t, talk funny
I just, head

the streets
If you got a lil clout then they goblin meat
On the tip of her of tongue where I'm likely to be
I don't care about y'all why you worried bout me

got, joint rollers
I got, weed crushers
I got, joint papers
I got, big crushes on these
Lil bitches in these
Big money
I don’t, talk funny
I just, head

choosin
And I'm the first pick in the draft
And you too steady losin to even notice
I might take her somewhere off the map
Woah hold on off of the map
Where

tell that by the cash difference
I could never be one of these lil' sorry ass niggas
Last thing that boy see gon' be a body bag zipper
Send him down

ya friends so you
Gotta keep the blicky
I don't open backdoors cause snake
Was never in me
Gotta keep pimping gotta keep it drippy
Lil mama get loose

It's real shit we gotta deal wit
Yeah we break lil bit
Crumbling to bacon bits
So we stay baked as shit
Bathing ape the fit
Hit a lick and split
Did some

patient, I just know I'm the chosen one
The Mary Jane give her answers
Lil baddies on the four by fours
I just fell in love with a dancer
Saw the Valentino's