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never retire man
Rolling packs help to fake me a smile damn
And I ain't felt shit in a while damn
Got sticks on me like taliban
Niggas jealous of me cause

newspaper?
Get offa my lawn!
By the time I count to three
you goddamn kids better be gone

Pull your pants up
Stop bein' a slob
A lotta less twerkin'

hated
Better find the reason just to live good in this world
Pack your bags and leave if you ain't strong enough
I can hear the voices telling me

a touch in her soul
Whenever I ask she ain’t telling me no
Dropping her off then I’m taking her Honda
Picking up dame he was stuck in the commons
My life

feeling trapped, your just finding out.
Tolerate all that I face, you’d only see a smile.
So I cry when ain’t nobody around, deep in my quarry.
The dark is

Bitch Better Have My Money

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card, call me
You looked like ya pumped in a while
Pick up the motherfuckin' phone and dial
And have your money in a big-ass stack
I'm singing this dick

shit is what I'm after
Too many fucking leeches trynna eat off one platter
Get your own bag nigga
Ain't no format nigga
Ain't no manual to this life shit

drop them Chevys
In the belly of the beast
Eastside, Westside n's we gon' ride 'til we rise up
Yeah P, you got me going in my bag
From that hell hot

See i either write or die cos it's just how i get by
Starin death right in the eye as heaven's gate opens

I was brought up as an only child on a lonely

Breakfast in a bottle again
I got my wheat, rye, barley and a mashed up head
A pack of cigarettes as my friends
Back off the wagon it seems again
I

a date
You goofy, I'ma rip your head off
Sipping on this medicine

And I ain't even got a cough
But I just coughed up off that Zag
Got seven bowls up in

like a loose not
We ain't intimidated by your bravado you got hit once and gave it up like a piñata
The game has since changed and I ain't fucking with

rang away
I pictured all your things packed up in bags
I wondered if you'd leave the photographs

So what's it going to be vagabond?
You're very fond

like a pack and just get in my baggie
See the result
They think that I'm leading a cult
Need me 33 leaves of the smoke
I heed what I wrote
Only thing

man shakes, dreaming pondering, sand in your face
the whole team giggaling, you smile it off sheepish, turniin up the weekend, then you rest up sleep in

BOGUS

A couple Years gone by but now that's history
Blood sweat & tears created what you see
Got a chromed out smile with some Zup in the back
I'm Juiced

I said oh
I’ve been on my own
I should go
The walls are closing in my home
Pack your bags, make haste to the World Wide Web
Grab your tags, vacate,

posted in 3
And I been getting bags before steph curry had kd
And me and josh was in the Buick rapping over beats
Now my crib it come with luxury ammenties

other for longer than a while
But their poor old customers aren't privy to a smile

And I'm stuck in the post office queue
I'm stuck in the post office

Where I'm from all the packs caking up niggas
Where you from lots of rats, snakes and fuck niggas
Where I'm from man these hoes be the real hustlers

he'd do
Talkin' about old Schlancey McGreugh

When I was out one Tuesday he
Was sitting at thе bar
Everyone was singin' along to
Whiskey In Thе Jar

just so I can see you smile
I'll move a mountain for you mama, I'm your only child
Through the divorce and pain and all of the storms and rain 
In your

can't explain
Plus my heart starts racing any time I see yo face
Mesmerized by yo looks hypnotized by your smile
Love the contacts or the glasses and your

they drifted astray 
Reminiscing, my mom flicking bogies in a ashtray 
Pour all my pain in a page 
Go to sleep, wake up, smile, it's a new day 
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