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Griselda

Pyrex pots and baking soda by the boxes
Still got resi' from the last time
Bitch didn't wash it
I'm up all night, got the stove rockin'

a lil cash
He aint even have to ask
Got a duffle bag up in duh back 
Nah they don’t even gotta cap 
They-know-im-that-dawg
I aint answering no call
Im

Lately i been kicking major pimpin no  Judo 

Ain got no manners for a slut S/O to Pluto 

Extension on the Glock he take it everywhere he go 

Die

rappers assed out I'm still shooting like a free throw
How are you a stepper but you  ain't stepping on shit
Got shot by your cousin shoulda handled him

the dick got you dropping out hit the bank all I see is large amount  556 223 des heavy rounds got da drop hopping out trynna knock shii down pour a 8 in cup

it better
Got my body feeling weak
Mind heavy on me
You got what I need to take the pain away
Race through the city, you still getting ready
I light

I can't take the stress everybody know me now
Man since I got a check
But this ain't no rap check
Yeah I got it out the mud
So just pay me my respect

to the stove in use my wrist
Momma told me there will be days like this
A Lil paranoid so my bitch stay right by my hip
I don't trust none of you niggas
Its

we got love for the poor folks
Then why the US keep the door close
Corruption real I just don’t know how to tear it down
But to shed light all you need

out, but nah they ain't gon' count me out
I got a backpack full of tracks plus I keep a Johnny Mac so we can pound it out
Plus I'm bumpin these JESUS

threat (Pipe it down)
Same ol gang (Same ones) Whole new flex (Ayeee)
New year flex (Flexin) Whole lotta new checks (Cash)
Dripping hard, saw the boy, got

(Uhh, 6)
I'm off the roids (Uhh, 6)
I'm off the roids (Uhh, 6)
I'm off the roids, yeah
Young bro got robbed, just for $20 (Young nigga got robbed)
Young

Let's get it let's get it
Why they so mad
Got them in they feelings

Why they so mad, got them so bitter
All In yo feelings when I ain't yo Nigga

this was back with the grey Acura,( Yeah, Yeah, hey)
Send me the addy, I pack it up
Anyway you hit my line, saying that you got the time, (hey, hey)
Fuck

rashes
One hundred blue bucks
Steel aint for threats
Memba freedomn threads

Party Lit
Ms on the way to crib buy a fifth
Lil kid planning mortal combat

out his taco 
Imma bad bitch gotta 
Hell yea cuz I got those 
If you tryin see me 
Pull up 4 the spot close
I came up from nothing
Been dreaming bands

know me
Got no time for friends and more than that a fucking phony
I don't need no helping hand I did this by my lonely
You should just be thankful that

I got you lil' bro
(Your diamonds ain't real, put that chain up)
16 I told you, we got one
Uh what, yeah, wait

Your diamonds ain't real, put

I'm finna talk my lil shit onnis bitch, caught em leaving the Stu and ran em inna ditch , mm-mm
Cable B, hear my loud
Switch hit his face, turn him

man my flow nuts
Feeling like a master with this glow, lil bitch I'm sho nuff
Going up against me & the club you got no luck
Niggas wanna shot, BOW,

Naira
I dey sure I got alert God go to provide
We don wise up now even for dambazi na
Everybody shine your eyes we no dey chose wrong now
Better

to save money
Follow all orders given to you by federal and local police
cnd now from his royal palace, his excellency, the president


I declare this

So long i tried to understand
Exactly what it is I'm here to do
I got so caught up in the mix
I could not find my way
Trying to please everyone else

"Usually it starts by, you know
Crossing out mostly you know
One neighborhood will put their writing
On the wall, and then, you know
We come in right