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Thinking back to a while ago
Middle school in cali
CD player batteries low
Burning CD's
With downloaded music
Off of tha Kazzaa
Before I became Dan F. Man
I

Pushing weights that you ain't never seen
Mrs Charles to you niggas
My fingers create a murder scene

I hold my legs up for him while he push inside of me

Dam she told me I would need her uuuh
Summa cum laude she was raised by a preacher yeah
Told me how he violated touched how he beat her uuuhh
If its him

the sunny days look at the weather
We take off like birds but we're losing our feathers
I fall by my guys then we're falling together
Enough with the deep

pridetalk, raised to have a manwalk
But by who’s standards? I’m re learning life
Issues with trust prevent me to open up
But when I do open up my words tend

wrapped in
Plastic in a dump truck
Fuck, only built Diadoras
I pull up with a bitch
They thought it was Rita Ora
My lil' head buster keep
His tool ringing

let’s go, I might press hoes
I’m so lit when the gang go, uh
Manifesto for yo pay load, parliamentary take er, uh
Priminis-stay low, I wanna tax for

was bottled
They flipped the script and had you in the mix quick
That's why I ain't trusting shit
Take it day by day it ain't about the pay
Changed my

the roof
But
I flew by them with not trying
I don’t know how come the good die young
We don’t buy guns
We let bygones be bygones
But I’d be lieing if I say

Live truly laid back get fed by Mrs Woody
Buckets of grape yellin out fuck it I be the great
Smoke the wolf on the wall street maintain the bosses

were so low, we was plotting on the plug
Something in my cup, I mix it with the molly, float away
Yeah I take these fucking substances to fix

Respect and honor flat
It's only the beginning
Know what I'm saying
Raja that
It was told
A General with a five star flow
Eyes were low
Whether or not if

beef to the Ground
Young Stoney nigga blowin trees by the ounce
Staying to myself, low key, out of bounds
But if I pull up, it's a guarantee it's goin

Long Way

Chris Webby

Next Wednesday

2019

running lights
Reinvigorated all my fans by droppin' fuckin' twice as much shit 
As I did the year before and kept it comin' like
Every single week

the cars

My shit designer 
Only rock the finest now
Go expensive on a chain
Low key then I tint the car

Got another move to make
Young hold the hammer down

teeth
Big bank lil bank
Yes I can take datt
But I ain't no fuck niggas so you can keep datt
I like to ride low so I let me seat back
Cuz if a nigga miss

headys hand
He just popped two, I'm off the drink, it's time to take it in
Low behind my tents, I be with bosses catch me inna scat

Bitch, I only smoke

Time to Go

Magic

On My Own

2003

on the low
Let me smack it up and flip it, and a brother gotta go
(Oh no), I'm getting horny as hell
Nature rising, I can't control myself
I need a answer

But they don't know how that fucking seems
Never slide without my fucking team
I got triple C's with the purple lean
I'ma get this shit by any means

leave 
Lil 10 he tryna blitz
I told my nigga chill we gon hit
Stay cool and low and get up out the mix
Just get yo cheddar right
Stack it up and change

Larry damn I'm geeked
Im just getting by (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Every move you start to tweak
You ain't comfy with these diamonds, never been close to your

to a real G
It might get you killed b
Social media real thieves
They rob & conceal these lil' teens
All this Propaganda is the real scheme
& I’m the biggest

like a big crib
I love it when you look me bad way
Then you call my demons right way
I don't even care how you see me
I been by myself sinds broke days

Dropping by to drop in
How you doing?
It ain't really that hard to take it this far
Am I really that clueless?
Girl you gotta let me know
Girl you