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(Yeah, yeah)
Tell me your mood this summer
What you wanna do it's up
We be a fool is us
Between me and you is it trust?
I can not just stand

player
Yeah, I know you hating life, man, this shit is not fair
My circle real small, can't be fucking with no squares
You cross me once, bro, you really

Gerski broke ass nigga blowin catpiss
For all the days when I was down know imma show my ass
Every action gone get cause by a reaction
Fuck getting sour in

fast, I love the taste

We a hit the greyhound or drive through the interstate
I75 is the reason I'm getting paid
Screaming fuck a state trooper, till

with me, just run it up with me
I catch this buck fifty, cheek too cheek
I tell my shooters, when to go
Like kick the sneak (sheesh)
Choppa sprayin' like

old when I had my first party
Grew up off 50 so i stride to be shot caller
Wanted to be like lil Wayne off baller blocking
Turned to Madd max blowing

But they didn't get nicked
So Mumzy is all good
Cause we're up the ride
The ETA is saying
That we'll be home by 5:30
So don't worry about
Their life

Me
I can't ever show pitty, to a snake no love in me
It's a hundred in this shit I squeeze it once
Its shootin 50
Ak is big as me, arp shit a mini
I

on the mic sounding like the white man had picked him
The least you can do for me, is support a real nigga dreams
I'm reaching down on my way out I'm gonna

probably dance with her
Ask her where the lettuce is
And be like let us lamp it up

Take a couple plants with us
Skipping on this rhythm
Til I'm cramping up

rumble, shake and shit, I need that sponsorship, a cool fifty
I dont got everything I want, but I got everything I need, you've been programmed by

the park
I miss you partly
God her eyes would sparkle in dark
And I'm so heartless and mark this
I wanted to marry her
Stand by her patiently
Till they would

It's got to be chill
THIS IS A WORLD PREMIERE
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get out your seats
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Another, world

put up like a safe
I was embarrassed by, what I got in the bank
But I'm quick to spend like fifty dollars on another eighth
And we grew up playin' cops

How all you do is brag rap bout shit you dont have yet
These niggas don't want black liberation
They wanna rap about it in a abstract sense
Ya music

20s to the 50s I be ridin' in that foreign
Hangin' out for  slim in Jojo world Pull up to the dip, I had three or four whores
How is niggas, killers

liquor
And I'm off the top, skip the one, two, I don't need
Pencil

Either touch em or, I diss em, guess I'm doing both
And then I skirt out, real driver,

this happens all the time
You down with SEC, Hennessy, on me
Her mouth is masseuse, feels like she's missing teeth
Videos by Dr. T, that's what I tell

horrified
Tutututu when they rolling by
5-0 love to aim at minorities
No homie it ain't a game if you gonna die
Cops have gonna to raid for that homicide
Bang

dick 

Smoking gracious, everyday oh yop she is ngga
Getting dat paper, Spending dat paper , oh Yop she is ngga
I prolly snatched her soul, no prolly  no

niggas gettin' at that money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Holla at a nigga that's real when you see him
Money, money, money, money

to reality
My sanity's now insane
I be busting for nothing homie
I'm addicted to shots blame my hood
Cause that's just the way it is on my block
I got a bad

in the 50's
Real greaseball shit
I'm talkin' 'bout the guineas
Can't forget my uncle Mickey
He the first one to show me how
To shoot a blicky in

to Buffalo, bills come by the duffle though
I just took a L for like fifty less than a month ago
You reach for me, I reach for you
Said I'ma go the extra