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I am elite
A class of my own
We mixing the purple
And sprite in the foam
I don't run from much
I'll take it head on
You saying too much know that

I'm so tired of the dope game But I know it won't change Why they wanna take my life We keep looking for the upside But you know we down bad Mixing 2

the rock to him make the assist
Ima star make a wish... when I pass by I shine hard you can’t miss
Ion fuck widd beef ima cash cow
Kicks hard like ku pow

love the way me and the flower speak
I'll buy 5 packs of sticks at once 
I might run out by tomorrow I smoke too many blunts 

When you walk in make sure

What the lick read
I’m back in town, I ain’t miss nothing
They still hitting licks, then hit the club trying hit something
Reminiscing bout missions,

on timing
Trae five by my d
Capping saying they put beam to the whip to the what
Lil n he chattin ain't do s
We know you a rat you a snitch
Always on court we

pleasure with out pain?
40 cal to keep me safe 
Fendi belt around my waist 
Yea family first you know how it goes
I call them my brothas cuz them is my bro's

You can't talk no shit if you ain't upgraded from Chryslers bitch
I be adding up that math quick
Pinpoint fucking gains I never had the gat miss
These

of a squirrel
Three acres and two dogs and
A hundred tiny worlds

You were sitting on my shoulders
We were travellin as a pack
Throwing hedge apples by

concretes is the way
'Cause we love forty-two degrees
So you think this is hot?
So why not buy a yacht
Take a sail summer salt
I forgot that the spot

Brooklyn in my head, New York City in my lungs
They gon' miss me when I'm dead, do not let that make you glum
Everybody gotta go
But as long as I am stuck

It's a Shame

Z-Ro

A Bad Azz Mix Tape

2003

gon' witness me clowning
When you give a nigga a inch, they try to take the whole ruler
After my inches, nothing but the forty-four rugger
Who am I,

Lincoln Apts.

Nick Grant

Dreamin' Out Loud

2018

and you do the dishes
Love is having love when niggas feel different 
Love is keeping your distance
I love you like a mother love and miss her child

stay in a rubber band it cannot fold
A dime a dozen i get it in cheaper by the load
You niggas bitches you painting on your fingers and toes
Quadruple

the booth
He want the smoke left the pack in the stu
When I battle my nigga I'm coming for you
Said you need fourty bars but I did it in two

I'm fucking

Don't judge a book by it's cover though
Pick it up and read
'Til you wanna succeed
As bad as you wanna breathe
You will never be successful
And I am in

the pen & pencil
Pops in the pen for pistols
Pop and your kid'll miss you
I never front because of his credentials
I earned my stripes the lines I penned

years for murder another forty years for free

I sing to fish I sing to water 
What's the matter are you bothered by the system getting harder 
Do you

to run up that's a stupid decision
My .40 be itchin' I love its precision!

Cut a bitch off
Shorty you trippin'!
Really thought I wouldn't catch yo' ass

up with negativity
So why don't you fucking miss me?

Filth is my fetish and blood is my kink
I left his heart out in the kitchen sink
Kids used

bout that shit, get you lit, leave you empty
Know I ain't shit, but I still text her, do you miss me

Turn up with my niggas, bring that pole when I go

I mean to messed the whole thing up, my bad
To this day, I miss her so dang much

I've been driftin
If you want me, come and find me
Don't mind me,

they c a nigga make it 
It prolly you cost you less you keep it real quit wit allat faking 
Is they real or is they fake fucc it I go wit the motion

that we mash like potatoes
Still no love for you finicky fake hoes
And we gon' meet halfway picking a bankroll
Maybe you should lay low cuffin'
You still