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to sell smack now run tell that
Bro’s boast how much their flows roast 
Moving the goalposts worldwide
I leave hoes ghost   
I ain’t just someone whole

remember
I play by my rules yours
I don't adhere to
I make the Most on my Journey
Peers Never commend you
Jealous you ain't bring 'em
With you
You sailing

hack bone marrow off
Sword so sharp I pulled it out got em backing off
Point it at a dead man's chest, tell him who's the boss
Do your job boy, I slap

some models in here
I'm knocking all of em down, by myself
And I don't need y'all help
And they better take, ah hell
I used to have a team with me
Now I

where I'm from I tell 'em it's E town
Selling by the ounce we copping out the weed pound
Really got hands you will catch a beat down
Paulie a chef he's

Christmas with my family but never ever Easter

I became an altar boy back in Primary School
When my rugby mates would tease me and say I was a pansy fool But

sinnin' ya boys in the grips (huh)
My Ex called me up trippin'
I can't believe the bitch said I ruined her life in a long text
I kept trying to tell her you

youll get hit with both fists

For them mother fuckers acting like they never noticed..  ima tell em like 

Hey what up
It aint about money then ima say

They wanna know about the baddie in my bed,
Tell em to mind the business that’s actually makin bread,
Staying true to my who’s been down makes me

Suli4Q)

Uh
It's true I come from the bottom look at your boy on the rise
Couldn't watch a movie with kissing
Ma' made me cover my eyes
Grandma said go

we gon blow 'em off (For real)
Leaving a bruise on neck he can show it off
I been that guy for while but these lil' boys just lying a lot if you

plate, so they donʼt know Iʼm famous 
And this rocket ship is going out of space
I tell my boys to go, they go they go they go
And yeah itʼs almost four,

charmen
Call Donald trump to beg your pardon
Let’s get amp in here let’s party
Put him in a cart that boy a target
He moving lil funny sweep it under

she leave ha ass out 

Slide over like 1 in the morning fuck ha ass till she Pass out 

Fuck her crazy pull em tracks out 
Put my clothes then I blast

Roscoe Dash - Wiz Kelly
Produced By: BeatzByBuddy


Verse:
Welcome to teach back
Ain’t no free stacks
Once you reach you can’t take that reach back

didn’t know, right?
Because right now like we being here, we having this conversation 
I told ‘em, this is church right now
I finally wrote a letter Don

I used to let it tear me up
When my boys lost a football game
And that dent in the bed of my truck
'Bout drove me half insane

Politics

Missed out on her chances, now I see just why the bitch bitter
Surrounded by dawgs, told em back on that leash
Saw that bitch fall, won't help her back

at night
Tento tirar da cabeça mas ficam presos na mind
You can tell by my face that I'm really really fucking tired
Quero ter milhões um richard millie

we making every song
We tryna prove em right cause they prove us wrong
I've been grinding every night I'm tryna get it on
Na!
I'm tryna get it out

(Ouuu)
(Ouuu)
(Yea)
Told her I'm the realest aint a nigga realer
Gave them boys my last guess they forgot but shit forget em
Posting all them guns

again 
Nobody back slapping the boy
They thought he made it by accident 
Here I go speaking in third person again 
One tweet made niggas rap again
Made

on my talent, but I know that they taking notes
I've been the top dog for a reason, but they sleeping on the boy
So I wake em up to a killing, cuz it's

demons release

Right now, me and my demons at peace
Tell 'еm to come on the block
It's whenеver a young nigga need you
Animal all on my coat, lookin' like