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My momma
Had the toughest decision
Let my uncle go to jail
For what he did to me
Have my dad's side hate her
For an eternity
Or let it hang behind

the cost imma pay it twice
By the docks Ciroc on the rocks yeah
Go go go I got a Bag for you
I'll tell her go go go ain't gonna beg for you
I overstand AB he

someone else
I heard that they got married
And made themselves a home
And that man he raised my child
Just like it was his own
Being young and scared
That

bags
Get em all off 
Don't tell me 
What a nigga think 
Fuck what y'all thought
Cause I got a fam 
That gotta eat
And that's at all cost 
That's by any

time, I will love her forever

She's got that kind of love, I could never forget her
I told her break up with her man, cause I could treat you better
You

eyes, she rides, holds me down when Im in my mind, love her, gonna wife her
For now lets decipher
What we all want
More media, less TV, more drama, live

girl gripping on me
She can never let it go
Tristin gotta better hold
He can never get exposed
You wanna talk on me boy
You can never talk round here

won't love no nigga
She a baddie with a fatty, I'ma run back to her
Chain ocky, really got me feelin' hunchback, nigga
If they ever try to plot on me,

should never have to ask anyone for anything
Get it?
Yea I got it on my own
Go get it on ya own
She got it on her own
He got it on his own
We got its

too
Praising Hitler for all he do
'Cept I know your secrets, do tell
Hold on while I drop a bombshell
Fuentes spilled the beans back at LT
Rage bait

these words, nigga
Blessed be the name
Cause few really know it but they told you respect it same
God, let that breath
He a wild one, like
How he had so

just had to squeeze it out
Surrounded by grass, green, trees, leaves weeded out, weed it out
My Russian strong and my Latina loud
Hold the champagne

the dirt off your shoulder
Now I was once kept down by the bad vibe
That type of feeling makes you feel dead inside
The type of energy that makes you really

Keep rolling this med
Hoping the ganja hear my spirit
Uhh
I know this life make you nervous
I know this pipe got you worried
Just hold me down you gon

on the prize
Hangin' with 侍 move on the sly
Never fuckin' with a 忍者 who lie
If a 忍者 really hustlin'
He could show me where his money go lie
Where he reside
Where

would I tell you a lie
Run with us and it's really a vibe
Take a sip and look up in the sky yea yea
Hold up wait a minute
I think that the opposition

named candy flip her over for sex
Candy flippin', dropping tabs with the X bitch, I'm Randy, how I drop out the left
I take his bitch, now he acting

Take a step back I get anxious
I only trust who I came with
Fool's act crazy so they can make a statement
Do they really say shit?
I don't know.

my vocals hot
Written's always molten lava
Put it out with really nada
Cuantos anos en el pasado
He been nice?
How the fuck should I know
How the fuck

ain't gotta swipe on Tinder just to see y'all ain't a match
But before you know it, now he got you sitting on his lap
Trust me
Heard that from a friend

Here's a lil thing 'bout me
Ain't shit little
Put that on the bible
Think you got me figured out
Bitch I ain't a riddle
Behind closed doors
They gon'

ain't really ballin' pussy boy don't buck up
A cat got nine lives and you on your last one
I'm livin' to forget I'm 20 livin' 21
Like oh shit I'm poppin'

lost her son
& the funeral it's gone cost some funds
Every since the cash came, I really thought it'll get rid of all my past pain
Montrell this shit sad

That's a broken man and it shows he's hypnosed
By bad bitches and blowing weed smoke
Always kept a low tone when he spoke left her hanging on sheet ropes