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"What the fuck?"
By 9 PM I need a possible bitch at the crib (fuck)
Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (fuck)
I don't put my time into

on your bitch now I know you mad
Do what I want, you do what you can
Burn a couple racks up in Japan
Talkin' that shit, but you been a fan, bitch

the cause
But what's Love when both food and liquor make up God
Come on ya`ll

A jack of suedes encompassing all styles
All the while keeping it G
I'm

brother like Ricky and Dicky
"How much up in that chop?" Bitch
I think it's like fifty
How you a trap nigga, bitch, you a Mickey
How you a trap nigga,

a bakery 
I'm In The crib 
Quarantined But never Lazy 
Real g's 
We was born in the 80s 
Play wit somethin Safe Cuz You Could never play Breeze 
Grew up

a snack

So fuck what they be on
Coz we are just beyond
Everything they be on
And I got the vision like that nigga Keong
Seeing far out like that nigga Elon

was that
After that, I would take a nap mid class get slapped by the biggest n***a in the class
As I look around everyone would laugh, I was like 5-0

searching for but man I hope I find it[00:16.12]Shine it up, but it's real tough to spare a loaf of kindness[00:19.16]Tear it up, thats mine

Yet suddenly i rumble
Growin up i never had a city
So i stayed inside with Eminem, Dre and 50
I don't need a place for me to rep
I was raised by a place

this life ain't black or white, it's 50 shades of grey 
You muster up all these plans for your life but brudda it's not an array
Everything happens for

Getting hit up by the one and only doperman
Bitch, no he ain't getting sober that's
A whiter lie than Justin Trudeau's plans
For Canada and many of you know

bops
I get 50 a pill
Cross you over if you go for a steal

Pull up and shoot like I'm Tatum or Beal
Or get your head by your own niggas
Play with my top

XII ignition sequence
T-minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, liftoff
And a one, two, three, four

Take my G's and multiply by four
Let the fiery columns

and plunder all summer.
Hit you like thunder
Melt you like butter the O is a G from the gutter the slugger
I never blunder I'm burn'n up rubber
Sometimes I

On some real shit I never dropped a hit if he violate then we hit him up..
We Street niggas that's how we give it up, I'm with the same gang I ain't

Why is it that Eminem had to sign 50?
When everybody knew he had the
Town in his frenzy
Ross had to come up north for Meek Millie
Wayne signed Cory, Jae

kno that you 50
This what you wanted then nigga come get me Streetsmartt a mob
You can swim with the fishes Im bout to ball im feelin fisher damn
I took

feel this
They know it's me, I keep it real, a 100G I know my mama proud of me
But I don't feel proud of myself, that's the sad thing

Got my ex back,

turned to a rat
Writing a statement, could never do that
Boaw, million people saw you get beat Put on the floor, got put in his knees
Stay with your what

a bitch nigga tried to play me
Then I popped up at his door

Money taller than Mcgrady
That’s the lifestyle that I want
I can’t hang around broke niggas

the rest hanging
They on that shhh block
Alright bet swing it thought they wouldve learned by now
I dont know what the rest thinking
No hats no bodies you

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Shoot for the sky like a church league
Y'all heard me
Absurd G, chickens clucking for bird seeds
But I gotta

to chest
What are you gonna do
Are you really gonna mess this up
You should be able to find something he'd love
He's not that hard to pick for
You’re so

with the plug, hit my line then you'll see, young Mack on the track is the next new G

If she ask for that cash then it's best that you please
Hit a lick