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Tryna make my first mil off a fuckin tape
Go to big names knowing me by my first name
Bringing home the bacon he jaded I got em pacing
My verses creating

kitty
I got ancient blood up in me
White supremacist gon catch this missile
Shit won't miss 'em
Fuck is you kidding
Oh you hard but you cried about your

free
If its up then its stuck wit me
Bitch i keep ma gun wit me
Got yo hand out Pussy bitch can’t get no love from me
Off these erks trippin bro nem

Should I give you motherfuckers the time of day
Fuck this shit, boy, I needed some time away
Ain't the type to just sit here and let it lay
Got

've seen this before
Still get lonely
I miss what it was
And that's when I need you the most
Ain't no hoe in me
Might sing a few songs
I do not go by

too much munchin'
I mean we've all got our vices, we all depending on something
But I wish we'd take some action but our screentime keeps jumping

make me so confused 
Ya 
You ain't a real one, you don't stick by my side 
I don't feel none, how you make me dead inside 
I'm supposed to feel some

a couple friends
I don't really miss em
I got a vision for the future
And we're gonna make it happen
I ain't living day by day
Yeah I'm forming healthy

respect you
No longer

I go out, 
cnd all they eyes on me
If I sell out, 
Will you like what you see?
I feel the walls
They closin' in on me
Fuck 'em 
Show

shit, boy I hop out now and scrape shit

I was taught to never let em in your face, bitch
.223s might just get up in your face, bitch
Groupies always onna

Coach, I'll tell em'
HEY GUYS LET'S GET TO WORK
AaaahhAAHH!

Back in Sixteen I was Hot, I Was Lean,
Sliding in DM's
That part was only in my Dreams
I could

to see that it was only a dream 
But my head was firing cannonballs
Some thing inside made me feeling alive
So I got up the courage to tell it all
I said,

In Brooklyn
Love Larry O
She stuffed
2 suitcases
I got a carry on
If she walk by
Smell good
Gettin pushed up on
Pretty Brown skin
And she thick
Look

studio while y'all were sittin
Some of you on the pot aint even shittin
When i blow up imma keep on growin
Don't got time to stop I keep on goin
On every

yet
I just took a flight that's sponsored by my Polish chick
Y'all niggas average I swear to God y'all getting no respect
Trying to rap like me swear

the patience I gave 
Its all the same front
Me and my brother noe
Played by the same slut
Love is what we're made of
And even it if it ain't much
We embrace what

can tell or even show me
Told myself to pro-ceed in zero three
Heard a lot about a lota hatred that I don't see
Yea I got the balls and when I show deez

it's all love and smiles when they see me
Huh, they wanna be me
Tell 'em don't fuck around, still catch a figi
Look, you be a PD, call up the L, he

Genesis

Prodigy

H.N.I.C.

2000

the I-M-D
Fresh out the car in the are-A-double-P, E-are
P-E-double, when I speak it gets real
Flakes try to tell me, "Yo Dunn, nah chill
You can't come out,

been slid
I just got some addys for the low, I'm finna go sell
I paid away for this shit, it's a long trail
Niggas saying get in close to me, but I

im cooling when i finish
Smokin on pak and its wrapped it owl 
Sippin on drank and I fuck for a hr
Im makin sum waves and im makin em loud
Offer me

praised, they respect my blade
Some slept, took a rest on this rep I made
Then got swept and was left with a mess for days
Don't put me to the test, you get

on the road to riches.
(I'm by myself)
Go Dirtball
Bow bow bow bow
Go Dirtball
Bow bow bow bow
Go Dirtball
Bow bow bow bow
Told yall let me get em

B.I.G 
Big Boss you feel me same shit
Mo money mo problems
Tell me how Im gone solve it 
To get right here I done made some sacrifices 
Hate it