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In the cold, nuts
From the city of Oakland
Don’t fuck with me
Bitch tell me what you want
When you from the streets
You can never let ‘em
me
Picked off by a pick me
Boy really picked off by a pick me
Gonna rally his block catch my drift g
Why the people from the trenches got dementia
I be on the beach
I be on the sand
Bitch im out of reach
Call you when I land
Countin when Im sleep
Silence of the lambs
See em in the street
Tell em
on them hunnids, no they can't fuck my groove
Annie are you okay? Are you okay? I'm smooth
Just because I'm a player don't mean I play by the rules
Tell
this bitch on the side
Said that she'd keep me afloat
Say it ain't so
Boy you ain't liking my verse
Tell em to leave me a note
She tell me JP I'm diggin'
of anyone tryna diss em, make you difficult to see like Detroit Pistons, list em, in the system, you shouldn't have missed em we shooting right by in
em (Gtloww)
Master no splinter bananas we split em (Gtloww)
I tell my boys run for that dude we gon' get him (Doom, doom)
I tell my boys run for that
hearings on my record
Tell em' other gangsters silence
For the record
Tell the world I know it's too late
Boys and girls, I think I gone cray
Drown inside my
this fresh package
(Endorsed by so mean) bad Boy Headquarter
Your motherfuckin' boy Montana
(RNS real nigga shit) red talk to em
Woooooooo (Shakedown)
Ay
Yeah, yeah
When that rain tries to ruin my life
When that pain won't rise
Aye Imma tell em I
Aye tell me who stopping you
Ain’t nobody blocking you
weight but I'm still standin' up straight, Josephine
Tell my children I miss 'em and wish I could kiss 'em once more
Bet they've grown a foot since
Halal Feathers yeah
Press Machine, Press Machine ano Gang
Wassi Gang huh?
Tell 'em that we make it happen
Tell 'em that we make it happen
Tell 'em
Minus the teeth
Saved by the bell
Screech
Yea ima cannibal
Feast
No I can’t eat it
She couldn’t believe it
Baby be deep in the streets
Boy ima animal
and mistreated
By His name we casting out demons
Step on the block where they're scheming
Demonic influence beneath 'em temptation is easy
Shackles and chains my
bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who fuck it
He just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our niggas sitting
had a code of conduct and a ecosystem
Taking the time to tell old Atlanta we really miss 'em
What happened to Atlanta?
We went from repping zones
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different
yeah, wow
No revolutionary gets old or so I'm told
You're left full of bullet holes when you tell the people go free
Oh, it's a matter of days before
yoself got you clutching on yo own
It's a shame how the niggas that tell you to trust em the most
Be the main ones lead you wrong
Its a shame how
tissues for your issues tell 'em blow this (bitch)
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
make money I'm bout this
You can tell just by my net worth
I snap on em no tool brand
You push weight that's cool man
I'm gone put a birdie in a mule van
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