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Would of fucked your bitch but she ain't even make me hard
Nightmare on Elm Street but we come from fucking Boulevard
You talking all this shit like

let him off the leash
This nookie on his mind now
You wish you could
Run up a check like ME
I touched like  one point three by O three
And that's before

the peace
Malcom X with stick how I come with the fire

Okay let's go
Gang posted up with the pole no street sign
Take caution I gotta address it
Got them

bitchin' me
Damn
I tried to fuck that one bitch, but she had a smooth back
Damn, I couldn't do that one
Damn, that one girl tried to break my heart
I'm not

tryna ball with the goat like a Scottie
Then I step back and I shoot like a rocket I'm tryna get to the riches like fifty
These niggas capping the really

like to sell p*ssy  post nudes up on finsta 
When she ain't in college she stripping at Follies
Spelman by day and at night she get naughty
Gone need 500

state I'm known By another name
In ya own city you looking like a fucking shame
Head on my shoulders
Back then man i wasn't sane 
So i be tryna spare you

when we blow up, please don't give out your hand

We made 50 a piece, that's 150
I know deep down, nobody fucking with me
I remember when no one ain't

lot of ladies was made for the streets I learned that when bruh mama agreed to keep it discreet
Another reason not to trust no soul
There's hella cap in

working the beat[01:25.36]Asked me why she pulled me over told her give d[01:27.68]Back seat cop car on the side of the street[01:30.71]Screaming ILL DRAKO

tryna, run me up 50
Could do it by myself, but I went and built a committee
Jus put the scope on the choppa, n now it's spitting pretty

Uh, Yeah, we got

money for no bail
Mama cryin', got me cryin', you don't know how Noochie felt
All my friends fell back and they left me by myself
Gotta be a man now, no

the motto
I'm gettin' guala, we die by dollars and make em holler
Gucci on collar My pants Prada from Remy Dada, go' ask the hood
I'm notorious like I'm

shit
You ain't swing the glass door with the cracks in that bitch
You ain't put a every blue cause you couldn't save shit

You ain't never made 50

finger to 5-0
Riding wrong side of the street
Interrupting all the peace
I want all the smoke coppin pleas Don't think so
Catch a hater by the throat

fifty frozen babies
On all sides
Curled up in their ice cube wombs
Sweet closed eyed

We'll come up with their names
One by one
Till every letter's used

near

Some Saturday mornin' you're in for a treat
Watch the Hot Rods run up and down the street
Take your honey by the hand and head out back

When the piano keys  tug at my heart
I begin to get sullen as the play starts
These streets make me feel possessed
Many times I saw my bruh's cars

Get me a crib with the closet that got me searching fifty
Minutes plus, for a shirt that I'll probably wear once
And we ain't even matching no more,

hear me
It comes from the heart and I say that sincerely
I walk down the street niggas say what's the dealy
They know me by name when I come to the city

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

I just copped two Rolex cause it's two time past my time to blow
Trapped out down by Foley when I came up out a level four

Say they want me dead

call her she coming right back,
It's like that
She bad, then I hit tha bitch like a free throw
Niggas know I'ma Player, I'm tryna give her the Cheat Code

that by 2 gimme a 50
I'll relax tho
Who said you can lick it round here
Best pay your tax bro
Jack son for 5
He held a bullet in his Afro

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