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don't fuck with rats, we don't talk to feds
We stack up our bread, we after the cheese
The flows be sickly, I swear we diseased
We got some bad bitches

let you hit if there's money and a ring
With me that plan drifts into the past tense
‘Cause they all can be subdued by confidence
Charismatic

excuse no excuse yeah yeah) 
No excuse for crime 

Lets talk about you Mr Law man
You promise to keep peace and order 
All the crimes committed day by day

open my
Kill a name for the game
Let them doors swang
Talk down but we not the same
Hold the fame
I am not to blame
But you could throw shade no shame
I

you by my side here
We could change the game, we got an open lane
So baby show me how you curve them lames

Yea yea she got that look in her eyes
Every

I've been a dream chaser
Ever since birth
Know the fact I make rap
Some people say that it hurts
My reputation but I just show them dedication
A lot

and a smile that beats them all
Dear friend I think I did it in for myself
Cause now she's seeing someone else
I always let my chances slip by again
I've

to negatives just to say but let me talk to you
You couldn't fit in my shoes to take a walk could you
How hard would you push back when life push you
Those

let nobody eat off me, they don’t belong wit me
I be on the dolo, fa sho tho, when they want a favor the time they gon talk to me
These mfs, man they

back in album mode
I’m from V-a-double L - E -Y H - I
Where n*ggas let them bullets fly
You see the look up in they eyes
Hope that I can touch a mill

You can't let them dictate your cans and your can'ts
Man you ready to advance like Bolt in his stance
In the blocks
Man you been waiting for your

would even stop all kinds of faithless talk
I was always sure that I was covered by
God’s never sleeping eye I knew it in my soul
But at times my human

I gave you all I had, am I a joke? Just let me know
Thinking bout some shit, leave me alone I'm getting ghost
Thinking bout my problems and I think I

(Yeah)
Let me get it back back to back go rack for rack got da ratchet on me
We don’t talk to rats put da ratchet on u
Got long paper make a bitch want me

to Rome
This is my home
We livin’ good
Ain’t nothing wrong
Except what's wrong
But by default
Like we larry from parks
And recreation
Better waiting on they

No equation

Blinky decided to call me on the first Day
Awkward talk on the phone you had Nothing to say
Haven't sent me a text, on the second Day
I

Ali, run through rings like Sonic
I don't sweat off molly, sweat from mauling bodies
We like Rick and Morty, win like Ricky Bobby

Can't talk to those

Reporting live from La Verriere, Hey Don, wake up, hey Don
Voices in my head they couldn’t let me sleep
In the midst of my sorrows, I started

get lost in emotions
Pardon my patience
I talk a lot but most the time I don't say shit
I'm lost
I'm tryna drop my location
But I don't think nobody

What are you waitin for?
I can't take it anymore, boy
Please take me side by side 
Cause I don't wanna waste my time 

(No no)

If it's hard to talk

them up ya kiddy bars before you talk to the leader
This the this the, flow my circulation bitch
I contemplate my patience on this spaceship
Running

don’t matter the location
They’re driven by the money, always worried ‘bout what’s next
Counting all their fuckin’ dollars when they receivin’ the check

I chose the longest route back home
Steer from the lights and pass them on
It's late and dark and I'm alone

Fly past the trees on windy hill
Moon

have entered
this wonderful world of politics
where white collar tricks got me on a proper fix
till they want me to talk about
hollow tips, ganja hits