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I'm never in a fuckin' Honda, uh
Life is such a bitch and so is karma, uh
Slappin' up these niggas like E honda
I'm a motherfuckin' street fighter

Uh,

Stunting for my friends like "Watch
A nigga check this bitch" "Hey bitch
You better have my mother
Fucking money by Thursday"
"I'm sorry mom just go with it

the snow
Fuck it this shit gettin old
Shoutout to Randy
Still fill the streets with no candy
Shorty just pulled up no panties
Im goin Sandy i get the cheeks

What we sayin' Clav our
First freestyle together
At this point I'm sure the streets
Love it when we link up

(Yo tho, Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm)
(Mm Mm Mm Mm,

Inflicted by me murdering every
Person I’m seeing not dreaming
I’m sleepwalking as leaves on
The trees talking
I’m seeing the streets chalking right
After

heel me fucking life
Richting motherfucking millies
Ik heb nog steeds twee tellie's
En me fissi nu op televisie
What's poppin', what's de deally?

I ain't got the fucking spirit
So I'm seeking me a mirror to
Reflect on my reflection
I may need a daily check-in
Surrounded by aggression
Checking

deserved life get shattered remote lessons invalid but yeah just keep at it
My common sense for many yo ain't so common
They be passing out always complain

fantasies of bloody massacres
And all the films I grew up watching coming to life before my very eyes
Plans to depopulate the Earth by billionaire pedophile

been feeling like im Playing fortnite cause I'm
Dropping ten
Punching shit like
Street fighter but my name ain't
Ken oh it's opps in that joint sneak

goin' to school, from a five-day suspension 
Graduate to the streets, cost ya life for a tuition (I'm a dropout, nigga)
Gettin' cash and drug money

know that I
Used to be so weak just to keep you by my side
Little do you know who gave a meaning to your life
Cause that was me, and I'm not here

I, I,

of my life
They was cutting off my lights
I almost cut my wrists twice
No need for the police for what?
We was from the streets
I tried to ask jesus for

and hurting
And lurking about (‘Bout)
Ears to the streets
Eager to see what’s in your house (House)
If you’re like me, you waiting on ‘em BOW!

And this is for

chillin' like four deep
Slide a four G, skrr
I used to sit by the Sol
Bee with the four ounce tech
I know my life been at full
Speed, now I made it, fuck

to the G code doing numbers
They would think I had the cheat code
Had a plug, he was sorta like your bitch
And by that, I mean
The boy was taking cheap loads

this
Trip with all my friends
Look again and they gone (and they gone) 
That's the cost (that's the cost)
All I know is that I'm
Surrounded by all this

If we could cross this life without a tear
If I could cross this room without a doubt
Would I hold your hand so tight
Would I feel so close to you

for great dome
Caught up in a rainstorm
Like I been running my whole life
Ain't even in my twenties, even, fast
And I'm so nice
Won't choke twice,

I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie
'97 had a brick by the muffler crony
Wholesale to my select
Preferred customers only
The white horse cooked

That enables colonisation
I'm often complacent lost and impatient
Trapped souls left feeling awkward and vacant
These streets is church
Don't you dare

You know I like it when you
Talk to me like that! I used to take you
This is Queens and you know how we do it
In this streets I'm a fck
And ain't

from up the street and
They say they know where my opps be

My opps they scared they wildin’
Slide when they thought jolly
Slide when it get foggy

from
Streets when it returns to it?
Means you're no longer part of the
We that really yearns for it
Everybody teachin' these days
Nobody learnin' shit
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