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driving shiny big black cars
And every day I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Send

pickle
It's the sauced up finger licking
Big pimpin GOD giving
Got em always tripping
I came far from the days
Without a pot to piss in
Smoke haze round

I'm grim
Always get extra when she meet the team
But I'm never going out like a simp
She just want Gucci Chanel Prada and Fendi
Head getting big like

Yeah
Another day
For real
Yeah
For my brothers got the kilo's for women got the Tito's
Bagging all my chips collect the cheese I call it Cheetos

change I still love you, tomorrows not promised
Oh by the way, fuckin' hate all the fame
Got you counting the days, when your illness is chronic
Death

time

I pray for better days, that's nice I can't sleep
This rap ting is therapy the pain's more than deep
I hear voices in my head  I feel like Randy

Curtis
I'm moving assertive
The way to get first place
I done seen some of the worse days
The money come in let it circulate
I talk to god he said they

I can't remember a single time when I
I wasn't fighting
To run from the future and hide away from now
So tired from trying,
It's no big surprise when

on my knees I'm asking god can he forgive me
Steady hoping for better days I know they come by any minute
I hope lil shawty on my side I hope she stay

teachers told me
Crime don't pay
I'm fresh off the road
Man Adding to the safe
I remember being broke
Nigga fuck'd up Hunry
Stuck Two the script
Now I'm

up all stay ima still pay the rent looking
Like midnight when you look through this tint
Don't do big crowds i like sitting by myself
This only a three

and a big imagination
The boys want me around cause I'm their motivation
Yeah
I'm guilty but that's by association
We ain't giving information
Cause For that

not a hater by any means
Chubby nigga bagging hoes
In my skinny jeans
She in the Lincoln
Like we in a limousine
And she gone fall in love if anything

you're pretty cute huh?
Well, that's a shame
So I just wanna say, with a big smile
Get off me you little hoe!
I don't even know who the f**k you are
Might

Kris Jenner
Yeah my pockets getting big, but they can get bigger
Got a stick tucked by my tummy, this ain't Hilfiger
Three K's in the crib like a klan

attention
Wasn't getting it at the house

Mama had to work, age seven
We was home alone, got pushed off the porch We ain't jump, but we held our own

Showed

on
Nutted in a pussy, told her I want my nut back later on
Man, when I get high, I get high, damn, them two off chi and chong
Bitch, I used to fuck actin

comin', nigga

Yo, this for all of my day ones who never gossiped or crossed me
You know I think about some wild shit sometimes when I'm saucy (thinkin')

Being in Florida was like a dream
My conscience flowing down the stream
No worries on my mind no pressure at all
I felt eight foot with great big

That's why I kick it by myself I don't really feel niggas
Boss nigga 'bout to pull up in a lamb truck
Said fuck a friend I had to go and run my bands up

live in hate
We live in poverty the day it still get dark no matter what the bay
And better, better not be sang cause no one had to fucking say
Something

it'll even out

Thousand dollar beaters
Came along way
Put some mileage on my sneakers
Made my own plays
Now I got a lot reefa
Been gliding all day

time back
Day ones fucking hoes old hoes where the trust at
None left so I left it in the past

Remember me
I was loyal to your flaw ass
I was down bad

York
Getting kinda cold, I got a big coat Never wasting time, always making paper
White vapor, coming out my window You're on Tinder, while I'm in her