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'ma follow in his footsteps even if I lose friends tell 'em sorry I don't fear men

If you think too long you might break programming they might shoot you down

Speaking on shii that they don't  know
Next nigga by me talkin bout sliding and he ain't do shit imma smack em 
Next bitch try tell me that she loyal that's

Problems

John "Slugga" Dawkins

Burnaz

2002

right in my waist 
From Jags to Jeeps 

With them raggedy seats 
Just imagine how I'm movin' if we had any beats 
Beats relax me 
Good cheeba keeps

No competition they mumbling And acting
We living and we packing Stacking for the gas leak
Unemployed by choice but I Work everyday
Call me lazy boy

DJ Slaytanic
Alright
Now you listen to me boy
You can take this as a warning
Or a piece of advice
Any way you want it
You and your friends
Keep

You still have that tattoo I gave you drunk in your arm three years ago today
And I guess that all this time has been a blur but I don't want it any

Told them cop it when I drop it and keep my face in the frame 
Gotta play my cards right living by this game 
If I want it I'm gone get it, 
trap life so

was schiz and tapped
Flutist, tell em check my stats
Drummer, take us all way back
I was 4 years old and setting crash
5 Years in the state
They still

In the NOSEBLEEDS 
I been working on myself they think they KNOW ME 
But they don't so I tell em 
We both makin records only difference is i sell em

send they bitches by
Their o's for em
Still trapped in this bitch
On probation and all
My daughters want them jordans so
I'm breaking the law
I got

on a script
Got my lights on the crib
That i might wanna hit
Bike by onna bitch
Then i drive onna a ditch
Cause im high off of shit
She like “i want a kiss”
He

It's the Hip-Hop hermit call me rap's Terry Gilliam
Fakes, I ain't feelin' 'em, their heads filled with helium
Hot air balloons pop at higher

It's the Hip-Hop hermit call me rap's Terry Gilliam
Fakes, I ain't feelin' 'em, their heads filled with helium
Hot air balloons pop at higher

watching 
And when you tell me about 'em boys that got your number by stalking 
The way you killing me - killing me 
With the crazy things  you do 
Opka mi

a nigga do a round off
And I
Still got it for the low
I was posted by the store
Keep the sack in my sock
Got my heat it was cold
Yeah niggas wilding like

nigga
'Cause I looked my nigga in the eyes, thought he would fold on niggas

The OG Chef Boys break up, now every day I wake up
Somebody got a problem

home and I
Had to tell my dad it was me in the wrong

And
I swore
And
I swore
And I swore
Not again
Would I ever get my family
Involved in the when
If I

I just gotta send it, send it
Send it, send it (let's get her done)
Send it, send it (Buddy boy)
As I arise I open my eyes
See the beauty that lies

Hi Bich [Remix]

Rich the Kid

Hi Bich

2017

Doubted me, now it's all coming together like cursive "like cursive, bitch"
$50k a show, I'm doing 30 of 'em
5 million by the summer, keep the numbers

made it motivation
I am the GOAT yeap
You don't want smoke you bout to choke
Got it on lock look like a eagle im bout to flop
My dawg on the block
Feel

you know about contraction
Want to discourage my passion
Thinking that you're better than me boy I'm better than your fashion (whoa)
Think I should get

Humm Deez Nuts

King Sun

Strickly Ghetto

ain't sayin nothin
Like I'm jealous all of a sudden
Boy, let me tell you 'bout life and bein hard
Jealousy's a devil, I'm true and livin' God
The five

Yeah, Boy shut up you average
You not getting no cabbage
I was 16 started rapping aye
Rolling loud get the whole mass lit
About 2 years later and we

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