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the weed up in the duffle
Need the money by the bundle
Woah trouble
Twenty niggas in the shuttle
When you see us know it's trouble
Bouncing right back like
twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world
to rescue me
But you left a message on my radio
I'm drunk by 7.20
And I sleep around a-plenty
I'm not happy acting this way
Take me back Sunday take
waited
Any given Sunday so where y'all rate it?
Wit slavery, lynching, and them drugs infiltrated
I'm like that doll Chucky, baby
Keep comin' back
friends and a bottle of Jack
By the end of the night there's no going back
I'm no cheater, but I like to win
I'll come with you
But I'll leave with your
this mess
Elevated by this kush I be taking couple breaths
One shot, two shots, started seeing blurry when I text
Couple messages I been curving in my
I got trust issues , baby don't you take it personally
My heart been fucked with many times it gon' need surgery
I think thoughts of suicide since I
the same year, broke my wrist and fifteen, then again at sixteen, at twenty years old I broke my collar and shoulder had to have a surgery, now I've got
better use that Nina
'cause that deuce-deuce ain't no good
And um I'm taking up a hobby
Maniac murderin' doin' massacre robbery
I'm twenty-two and I'm
met[00:37.25]In the Sunday pews you can find them set[00:39.06]Biggest haters of our country by and large[00:40.81]Have 50 of our country's flag in they
with the roof back, lettin' the breeze hit us
The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers
Comin' to pay a visit to whoever on the hit list
Some
with the roof back, lettin' the breeze hit us
The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers
Comin' to pay a visit to whoever on the hit list
Some
talkin' ain't ya usual cake
I pump bass for y'all bathin' apes, to get charged
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at large
We in the wind with the roof back
of anatomy, applied
Strategy, fueling the Machiavellian sons
Findin' a weakness, and they're satisfied
Taking a weakness, makin homicide
Catchin' ya when ya
gone keep them black dollars back in black pockets
Let me stop it back on topic of our discussion
On reconstructing these economic functions
Thats
right now
I'm taking your bitch
That's the vibe rn
Talk of the town
That kid gets money
Danm I'm him
I'm hitting it raw
She's arching her back
Face
in the twins
Twenty-twenty-three
I'm bringin' pressure to the biz
By twenty-twenty-four
I'll have these rappers in a bib
my son
I tell her how it was
the nana like a battery
No chains on my words make you feel like you sitting by the ray
Splash in a planet full of Ashes
Dust to dawn passes I tried fasting
accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute
Spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad
Please take me, please calm me, please make me
then they talk behind your back too[01:54.04]Walk by your side only when they try to gain[01:56.70]Wanna catch a ride when they feel a little
the hub of this
Jersey born, yeah you know the make
Come at me I come back around like damn Karma
All good on a Sunday
Until it's Black Monday
White dress
Twenty-six letters than Ro, if you ain't know now you know
From Ridgemont Four to Akapoko, I'm gripping grain in my flame
Sunday morning pulling out my
And no, no ice available for the bongs
Sunday, I hear you back there
I know you engineered this whole thing
I know, I know, please don't be disruptive
I'm taking up a hobby
Murdering muthafuckas & massacre robbery
I'm twenty-two & I'm still slangin' dub sacks
I gives the fiend some love but ain't
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