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first Glock
Young nigga bitch I'm making it pop Ducking the cops, tryna knock off a Opp
Flipping them blicks, tryna make me A bank
I move by myself ion'

husband too
The smartest man I ever met
Big thanks to your daughter
The greatest mom on the planet 
Pops stood by my choices
And never questioned many of em

once upon a time, that's hoe shit
Damn, all my cliques they all tried to replace me
On Instagram they dicks, but they won't face to face me
I stay making

The Last Word
Words and Music by Cody Hudock / Sean Erick / Kevin Lloyd Williams / Leon Silva [all ASCAP]
Published by 2019 Chance MEDIA Pty Ltd

two cents too yourself
I smoke a j just for my health
In my room all by myself

Red dot that's a headshot
Like Lloyd babygirl I make the bedrock

Told 'em sit back watch me eat 
Say she 'fuckin 'wit 'da jam 
Young 'niggah hurting low-key we 'fuckin 'witcha on a gram
We 'Goin ham 'gah damn
We

on someone payroll
Fifty cents is Lloyd bank account
Blabber 'bout me at the Tabber
But I work by lantern
See, I figured out this pattern
I'm the only one with

money
That ain't really yours, you gotta return money 

Money haffi run (damn)
All day me check fi it, bank account me just pree it
Money haffi run

bank alert (yeah)
Do my thing and then I praise the Lord (Okay!)
Trap alert, trap alert, trap alert (Trap Alert!)
Name is Mayor and I trap a lot (yeah!)

I'm paid
In the bank damn near everyday now
I don't give a fuck bitch I'm paid
I'm in the bank damn near everyday now
I don't give a fuck bitch I'm paid

got a billion in the bank
I don't gotta do a damn thing

How the hell did the time fly by
Monday's almost here
Every time that I blink my eyes
The good

I'm thinking bout' a raf
I'm taking racks out the bank, racks out the bank (Uh)
I want a pretty little house sitting by a lake
Keep the racks in

got me like god damn, I be fucking on damn fans
Make ten, then I times it by two so you know I be rocking with twenty bands
If you think I was by myself

Same shit, different day
Hard to feel like you're worth a damn
But everybody got bills to pay
So swig of beer to the Working Man
I feel your pain
I deal

while you rap about yo Rollie (God damn)
I got some knowledge to express
OP that’s an OG, we don’t rap just to impress
We gon’ demonstrate finesse
Acing

get this damn job over, boys!
Recorded by Killen, LLoyd.
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JY

Yeah
Yung Lloyd
I wish we found a Better Way
I thought the bond we had
Couldn't break away
But you play games just like on Saturday
We suppose to be

damn
I don't know where to begin
The frustration un--waking, I can't hold it or bend
Cause you been unfaithful, I'm singing Dennis Lloyd again
Hanging

a demon six six six  wit a nine
Drenched in fear baptized stop when twelve pass by living on
Borrowed time made it passed twenty five looking
Like jesus

my effort
You cut me off for a minute I damn cried to the fellas
But I was still fucking ______, i get around or whatever
My mama told me baby focus

dedication and my cadence got em tapping they feet
You'd think we dated by the way they got me tagged in they feed
Elated even when nobody else is happy for

I'm going to school
With my boys Lloyd and Johnathan, in the afternoon we back in the hood
We actually would
Whenever we could
Go to each others'

I've got a pitcher in my left hand
Another in my right
And I don't really give a damn
What I've got to do tonight

Watching those sailboats float

stacks I 
Got them Big bank rolls
(bank rolls) 
They wanna see me fold ( wowwww)
Truth be told 
I ain’t no hoe 
And (yuhhhh)
I ain’t gon fold
You niggas