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trapped
Just a few years you were broker than Tyler Perry (What)
Running in circles like Tom and Jerry
Losing yourself like a chocolate candy, Eminem so

side
And she keep that 40 by her bedside
She give TLC like she was Left Eye
Finesse you out yo feelings my lil baby from the West Side

Walk out the pad with nikes on
This that toe drag swag right by the pylon
Minds gone from aerosol fumes straight out the krylon
Yall Rappers like

at
Let audio play of her lickin my sack
10 Minutes go by the doorknob move
Beam on yo chest bitch don't you move

Wolfin on the net that shit gon getcho

because somebody called the police
And gave em my description boy these rap niggas phony
I’m by my lonely when i slide don’t need no co d
Cause that casket

to ride 
Slide back the door I'm shoot out the side 
That boy was lacking caught him by surprise 
Tatatata
Made him say aahhh 
She see my pistol 
It make

hoe and had the people leaning
Like 2003 with an MP3 and with a shirt Misking
In the middle with not tight or baggy jeans know what I mean?
Before

we want a demo dog
Don't mean to be a pig when I whip out my mega hog
Grab her by the Barnet when I'm in my town
Yes I play with verbs, far and wide

it was her only chance
Rich bitch, known to run up them bands
Said "fuck it," then she went and made an OnlyFans, uh
Hot boy, white boy summer
Got

Everything was clear till the radar get crazy
forty thousand light years and nothing like this
caught by electromagnetic storm
incommunicable

and a bust I'll thrust like Mr Bean
(Cuz, what the fuck do you mean?)
Sluts go nuts for the crust and the green
Never let them fuck with your dreams
No Blac

Need something fixed 
WD-40
Or just use duck tape
Oh good Lordy
The swamp I was raised in
Oh what a time
Came back out here
To find some peace of mind
We

cappin
I was hella high
Last night I don't know what happened
40 by my side
Try to rob me then I'm blastin
I get all the eyes
Just like 2pac when he rappin

up on me I got that chrome
Rose grizill, Whole mizills
Suicide doors, chrome all four whizeels
On the rizeal, get it by the pizound
Take 40 thizou

home
Your house is my home

My head is spinning and if you asked me no I couldn't say why
Perhaps it was the cocaine or whisky
Drank a 40 or 50 yeah
We

Coughing up those chokies
All these niggaz they don't know me
I mean, what the fuck, you want me
They start shooting at my knee knee
Catch some fame,

at beer at
Aye mayne!
Look mayne it done hit the end of the song
Ain't nobody done see my motha fucking beer mayne?
That was a forty
You know how much that

feel like Putin with chains, these niggas shoot but can't aim
I give a fuck bout a lame, knock you the fuck out the frame
What was you saying? You

with your folks
See, I'm poppin' in real life
Was never into jokes
Into straight facts B, tech with the timbo's
It's fuck what you sayin', sprayin' raid

Drowning in my thoughts of depress
I still keep the 40 Cal. that's a Triple Threat
Fuck around with me and you'll be gone by the next day
My niggas they some

me in Cause they say
My life is changing voice at a high
Pitch but you know I’m not with the singing I would say by all I did was
Cry just stand out

can't hit those
They just want a nigga dick cause his wrist froze
Who want smoke we gone pull up in a whip hoe
And send shots drive by through that window

to the waiters
Start with a dub, turn it to 40 then 80 above
And I got the bars, so clean so white you thought it was Dove
Now Im fiending, but it aint for nun

fascinated by the wealth I'm taking
Can't look behind me
Fuck my past
Bitch I know I'm changing
For the better
I'm taking chances
No holding grudges
Apologize