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Listen guys
We need a new song by tomorrow
I just produced this really fire beat
And we're just gonna spit over it
Spit?
What do you mean spit?
Yeah,

the street 
The way my life is going  I wish somebody intervened
Had a baby by the devil I was just a lil teen 
She was waiting on me my whole life
Made sense

all day
Had no P*sy to be playin' with

I was working all alone in the dark
Pushing harder for the cash
Had to fill up on the days
Had no money it was

won't hold back wait
I feel like the best in the state
I'll eat any rapper if they wanting beef I'll tell em put it on my plate
C.P time that's what I'm

they'd emulate
Niggas hoping this ain't no love song
Cause they know they bitch getting serenade
Shit, I made love songs cause the bitches love it
But

bitch said she my side and my main,  my baby (my baby )
I still get that mouth that made them hoes go crazy (go crazy )
Real shit tho 
But she cannot lose

Cuz' they trippin on her 
Mezmerized by the round
They sayin ooo
Cuz they trippin yea
They trippin on the juice 
Roxbury Drive Beverly Hills

Cuz she

afford to fly first class or a P jet.
How I'm supposed to pack if i don’t know where the fuck I’ll be next.
They say age is a number, so I tried calling

Whether it's dressed up or on paper
We are so grateful you're a creator
P.S. The prints you made for Peaches Christ
Were the most rad anyone ever did

(On dueces)
Wanted to get painted by Mel but he was to busy finessing
Aye why you jump up on the internet and tell them how you catching? (Stop)
You

a nuisance
All of our old shit done turned into new shit
I really missed you
Wanted to talk it took me by surprise In the back of my mind I had thought we were

Could fall any day the clouds are like eyes
If you believe they not lying
If from where streets and gods meet you greeted by 9s
We said r.i.p. he still

no bills or nothin'.
Can you take me back to 2007, 2007, 2007 yeah.


Verse

Freshman year of high school….
I wasn’t known for playin by the teacher n

Don't get your chest torn
Me and P Sean's in the whip, fully equipped
Sixteen shots in the clip, playin' the strip
Six pounds of gold, that's divided by

you up whenever Wherever however you wanted
Ouu this bitch was clever
And I can't be mad I watched you hatch, I made that
But how you take his story

you're my kismet cuz you are my fate
I appreciate everything tiny thing you ever made
And Lord I'm even thankful for the thoughts you let me think
I know

All the shit
I could achieve
R.I.P. loved ones
I still gotta grieve
Grateful for the roles
That you played on the scene
Me & my niggas we chasing
We

This song dropped Jae P hit my line like we gotta murk it
I told him twelve a.m. meet me there
In case you ain't notice by now, we been winning,

Getting way too good at saying goodbye, R.I.P
I learned from last time I can't give her all of me
Never backed down, guess that's just the heart

out your back I just popped me a tab I ain't finna relax
Wanna be enemies? kidding me
Know I'm a demon could tell by my energy
Fucked her to death made

knocked my lights out
Blinded by chance that you could be mine now
When I saw the red flags, I was color blind
Call it cloud nine
Bling, bling, hit my

This for all my people gone
Thinking why y'all had to go 
I'm just sitting up at home nothing else inside to show 
Wanted y'all so the man I came

Diamonds make you stare
Shinning like I’m fucking Cher
Made my bones by the grace of the Don
This fucker joker shown his brawn
Slaughterings worse than

I'm blowing killa By the P I smoke a fair amount
I like when my actions speak they very loud
Fuck it, I ain't living right it don’t concern me
Don’t do