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h*e, I push her full throttle
50 round poking outside of my joggers, I turnt a Tuna Sandwich to some Lobster
I went and made the impossible, possible,

Yoooo
Ghee Boe in this bitch man
16
50
Shit
But you already know wtf goin on
I just had a realization tho
Idgaf bout what y’all talkin bout
Facts

I

stop, try and meet me at the top

Yeah, but I can hear the streets talkin'
You can tell by my wallet
You should see my deposits
I’m wearing watches

damn well ain’t given no pass somebody else catch them I want them bad this Louis luggage get one fifty cash buy me a brick break it all down in bag that

hit em with all that he got
—we loyal forever it’s never gon stop
 So rule #1-01 with the streets 
Without all ah that wtf do you got
—it’s nothing

Brookwood, Surrey. It was in operation from 1854 to 1941, and during its peak, it carried over 50,000 corpses. The London Necropolis Railway station, which was

Hey what you doin?
Yeah niggas den got fake since they got back
Oh, well I was just wondering can
You buy me this purse?
Its Louie, yo belt Louie
So

by drama lately
Had a heart to heart wit God
He just told me link wit E
The streets will say it’s payin off
Yo lady compliment my fit she don’t know

to the vibes from the speakers
feeling free
Feeling gassed up by the compliments from me
And when we get home you gon turn into a freak
And ima lay back as I

vibes
Bury juice I want to cry
Jahseh Jared miss those guys
Too bad drugs don't apologize
Neither does the nine
Or the time
Pass you by
Just to make

in for free
We slut em out now they back inna streets
I'm with bro and he tweak like a safety
Yea he a demon he really on go
My nigga one fifty he shot

bout fifty shots right through the trap
Rest in peace Diggy they put two sluggos in his hat
I started sippin on that juice but that shit wouldn't get me

that
No
I was way too sick
Got no colour in me
Dough
I am all about the green
That's the goblin in me
Streets
Taken over by a ghoul
Like its Gotham city

be the same
Switching up quick
That friendship nigga all be in vein
Back up the pessimist
He can never see the vision
He been lacking street wisdom
So

fresh as fuck today
The sega Guccis got me skatin down the street
Its a hot day
I came to serve it by the trays
Dont be a menace
You get punked like

to go
Ol' dirty lightskin, eastside Jones
Attack of the black militant clone war
50 niggas stand stronger than one arm
Tryna complete a sentence
While

them numbers
Them bucks up
Seeing you smile gettin me happy, bringing me back to the old love
I'm making a new me, made by the old you
Got me praying

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Falayo, falayo, falayo, falayo
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
You know the drill, Fross

Uh, like what? Who

know, that I'm gonna go
Whether you next to me or not
Purgatory, lost souls in our city baby
I'm 20 years young, going on 50 baby
Time is going by quick,

Bless up, we here to apply the pressure
You rappers wearing vests but we aiming for the neck up
Back when Nas had the tek on the dresser
I was

pleading, I'm on my knees
Floods envelop the streets
Black people still dying at the hands of the police
Fires destroying homes in the summertime
Winter comes

(Gggg gyra)
(Bitch)
(Hmm)
The lights off, we still shining so you know it's us
No days off, I'm still grindin' FN by my nuts
Fifty P's ain't bussin'

after I help my mama babysittin'
I was smokin' by my dolo when I rapped on instrumentals, I was

Lookin' for serenity (lookin' for serenity)
But, you know

Crowded in a thoughts make me forget your presence
How your hardwork manifest essence
You are loved by every child
Pacific ocean to the Nile
Help me