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think I'll go out sad
MGMan so litty, even if I ain't got no cash
Boy I make the money, the money don't make me
Run it up like nothing, hustling ten days

Golden child but a child I am not
Niggas smoke to my records and the bitches just bop 
You think you safe cause you surrounded by cops 
Half of them

scenes
Golden means
In divine proportion
Transmissions from Sun
'Til it steams vapors by the ton
Into the air
Where you'll float without a care
And forget

for MVP
Dis year we handing out L’s like the DOV
Only time we holding L’s up is with the V
They like them boys from the
Vevo coming with the heat

Emcdouble, Lil Jupi, Avery Storm
Let's get it
I'm out here like a chef, with the Chopper
Harley Davidson, with the chopper
Boy, I make them run, with

and i'm high off the planet
Bank gotta stack up my bread on a pallet if that bitch play in yo face you can have it
Don't touch my counter it's made out

Red Hat, Like Kanye
Yankee fitted like I'm Jay
Tilt ya head back and the pot fall when you cooking that raw ye
Ten toes, What the books say
All these

You don't want these problems, my God ain't even gone lie
Ooh, aye, watch out the boy, fire is comin your way
Jesus don't play when you're stumblin',

You come apart
Thread by thread
Your pretty face falls
Like a mask

Don't try to smile
You'll start to break
Just mutter prayers
And down your flask

Down by the lake the ice began to thaw
Slowly warmed by the early spring's sun
It looked almost safe enough to cross
I tested it to see if it would

through bodies like she's out for blood
Like down by the river with a stranger no one knows
Or the bassist and the drummer backstage after the show
A rich

cries out it can't lose again

Boy you got me thinking I failed
I didn't win the gold
Wouldn't sell my soul
Boy you got me feeling I'm scared
Couldn't

Out here livin' in the moment no Snapchat
Cut school still kept work in the backpack 
clways been the man 
I never get laughed at
Left a couple

Livin by the hustlers oath pray I don’t see the can
Love to finger fuck my 9 subscribe to its only fans
Seen em smoke it out a pipe and some smoke it off

down by the equator

Lover boy got hella haters
Run it up like Fred Taylor, goin' up like elevators
Prayin' for God to save us so we can get out this

that every lil' boy by the time that he twelve
Eatin' less, no more waitin' on Santa
Either you hoop or you rap or you scam or you trap
Probably

a nigga pull them all the way up
Bentley truck splashing on two chains
Got it on monster truck tires, I'm in two lanes
Hop out, Marty McFly, my kicks Liu

Homie

Young Thug

Homie

2017

Blue cheese, no ranch
How you dig that, know what I'm sayin'
Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another level
With a iced out AP times a Rollie

the cleaners
I run through the green like a golden retriever

Chorus
Ooh, ooh, yeah
Man, I done came up out the bottom
Ooh, ooh, yeah
Got fresh like I just hit

By standing in the road alone
Standing watching the fires burn
The northern sky it stinks with greed
You can smell it for miles around
Good old boys in

Me and my squad we dem boys of the fall
Lit like a bomb man we ready for war
Coming for heads man we coming For skulls 
Whatchu gon do when we run up

fanned Out 
When you came to my spot boy I ran Out 
On some what the fuck you niggas Saying now 
I get joy from the stick Ian playing Round 
Hold it down

My Songs

Fat Beats

Fat Beats, Vol. 2

the middle of SOUTH MINNEAPOLIS

They try to figure it out, they try to break it down
But they're distracted by every accent that's makin a sound
Grab it

A$AP Forever

Moby

A$AP Forever

2018

on the flame, they gon' remember the name
They robbin' boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack, I fucked your boo in her back