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fucking with my music (ay)
Its lethal how I'm moving (what the fuck)
They told you that I'm hot
But now I got to prove it

Bitch, you know just how I do it

new once again
It's better I'm my only friend 'cause they steady be faking again they be flaking again
It's funny it is still happening yeah
I ain't

you're tired
Walking down the block
Take another shot
Drink the water hot
Take another blot
I'm so wired
Oh. Now you're mad at me
Can we just talk and then

but I got the streets talking
I'm the hottest I'm a problem
You can argue with your momma
And I'm telling you I'm only getting started
I promise
This

crowded around me
Bound by the flow that I bring
So let's set this record straight

Time to set the record straight
You and me, we ain't nothin' alike
Let's

a thousand divided by ten
Not playing no game but I still gotta win
I Pray to the lord cause I know that I sin
Only ones that I trust are my dogs and my kin
If

She only stick around for the
Thick gush
Imma dick her down with the
Thick wood
Her nigga getting mad like I
Wish he would
She in my hood
I boot that

(Once again, I'm locked in with TP
We finna make a hit) yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
Money on top of money, nigga
Bad bitches only, you know?
Free all my

passerby
Charms on her arms
She keep on jingling
As she passing by
Was a dreamer growing up
Im dreaming as
I pass the sky
Girl say Im dope
Friend wants a hit

bye
Creep when I came by,
Teeth like a K9
Bleed through your Levi,
We from the East Side
Eat when the beat's hot,
Tea from the teapot
Aim for the tree

(Enviyon on the mix)
Bitch
(Ooh, Fredo)
At this point in my life, I believe in speak it into existence
I only talk to god when it's too late, I

on the fucking turf 
And one thing's for sure he wasn't killed by bunch of jerks 
Pharmaceuticals never wanted aids to be cured 
And if you talking too much you

Yea its all your dreams come true and its on rerun too
The only thing you gotta do to visit it is just envision it
I stay dreamin' til theres no waking

bump and the motherfucking boom bap
Bring the tune back,
You're craps in the chop shop
Thermometer up your ass
That's the reason that I'm not hot
But I

gotta pay
Yo I came up from the bottom
Sike I did not (nah)
But you should pass the mic to me cause my style be hot (yah)
I don't believe my place is low

'm the only one, ho, is you lyin' to me?
Got this nigga bitch inside Suburbans playin' hide-and-seek
Jeweler sayin' twenty for the watch, you think this time

the winds
and have you reached that point?"

CHORUS

you only get to see this
earth one time it's
axis tilt's it
changes climates
plates shift weights

The night belongs to us
And if you're down then all I need
Is your trust yeah
No babe there is no rush
When we coming up
You know we're about to have fun so

then I take it
Bread ready like a Baker
I just grab and go
I don't say hi
Just see you later
I'm only counting on paper
I ain't counting favors
Gotta get

that's a no no
How are you going to judge him by his fruits through a photo
Hit him with a text, brother will you come to Sozo
Only Jesus heaven sent
Yeah

down
Qweens here now
Fuck that
Independent
Make my own money money
Then I spend it
By it all cash
No need to rent it
Gotta be on Qween level

the tents rise
Hear the ten cries, flashing on the bright lights
Looking at the nightlights, listening to Mike chimes

There ain't doubt that I'm staying by

deep down
That these sounds ain't going away
Pray for the rain cause these Summertime vibes are hot
I'm going for it all so are you coming or not
And all

Get the wall built my people just multiply
Lucky 7s and 11s when i roll the dice 
Hot n ready so I pull a large fuck a slice
Momma said go big or not