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on ten toes

And I shined in the dark for them days I was locked in that cell with no one to call on

 I'm up so I don't give one fuck

 Burks why your man

I’ll show you a single ton
Got 6 in 1 more and I’m done 
a small price to pay living life by the gun
Could’ve been a victim murdered on the run
Lord

Fuck with the wrong plug, might end up deceased
Don't gotta go nowhere, you can get it from me

I'ma say this shit once, I ain't gon' say this shit again

Yeah theres bad bitches all around
Be quiet
Yeah don't make a sound
Or else you'll get run out of town
Don't matter
This shit is a bop
Bitch
I'mma help

Better Do What You Supposed To Do
All on my heart
Nigga I'm all in the booth
Look me in the face
I dont play with these niggas
I look like six figures
How

from the mud 
The game it came from above  

Dam I was down bad down bad 
Im'a go do what my mom say 
I'm in the crib 
Chilling with a broad 
She shaking

Blunt is exotic that's all that I'm smoking
You know it's loud I cant hear through commotion
Sippin on tonic that miracle potion
Sick with it Covid
I need

But we keep balling like Kobe
Look you don't know me my nigga so raise out the spot

too
Live like you got it lets get out of pocket
Girl I give you bands you can have the whole wallet
Just do what you do baby girl I won't stop it
I'm

me, got her stunting with some cheese yeah
Been a long time since you been out life
Been a long time swear to God I've been so fine
Now I'm counting up

make it out the O
Now they scream at my shows
Grinding till it's all over
Grind to the grave with this shit
Got the world on my shoulders 
But I know I'm

you sniff that line, please stand by
Crystalline your Valentine
Make possession count I`m making shots
I twisted ripping bowls, should`ve known
Cause

screens and flashy scenes, www dot nastyteens 
I need luxury lotion to grease my dreams
My crucifix bling-bling, I’m on Jesus team
So I got nothing to worry

Every move you predicted
Bitches in my life turned out to be wicked 
How does fake love get me so addicted

Nothing can fix it I don't believe it this

riding on a hundred spokes,
I light up I betcha you I float, my name my brand on my coat 
I ain’t playing with these niggas no more, I’m going hard and I

lying
Ima get that pussy bagged the bitch wasn't even trying
Bitch you go get cut you blow my line Im out here grinding
Ima made mane savage I ain't never

shit, you feel me
And when your grandpa wasn't feeling real tough
He took his hammer to my back, so your uncle had enough
I'm done with your shit
I'd

Stay up so we can get faded
And walk on the moon
Oh yeah, it's like it's the eighties
Spinning the room with a couple of ladies
They think I'm

get them bucks
Ain't talking bout the nigga neef

Malcom x by the window
Staring with the peace

They thinking bout a bitch
Am praying that this package

with attachments

Gotta a shooter on bull like he paxson, he so sick he gone hang u a napkin, use to trap out the wood when I'm in the bay, call up Maui

And I'm college bound
Ima make mistakes
Ima write them down
Ima teach myself like I did with Sounds
If you ain't hear me then
Better hear me now
If I ain't

dance like Thriller on
Go and get your Michael on
Say it with a megaphone, we
Ain't never coming home, ah
I'm the one you wanna put your money on
Not

greet bitches with namaste
But shit you think ima stay
Like bitch?, like whoa better get out the way
Like move i'm clearing the place
Like bitch better

Ain't nothing better than that
Screw that validation niggas attach
Self importance like they helped you adapt
Whoa
I got enough stress
Then to deal with