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cousins or brothers
Something from colors, energy in all sorts
Jungles, bookbag is in all ports
Sit, sit down on my porch
The ball's my court, all in
You're

up in
The games we ain't supposed to play (Nah)
He yelled, "Fuck was I supposed to say?"
(Fuck was I supposed to say?)
When we was in court, we lookin'

Forbes, then I wake up poor
I'm selling green and Macklemore police at my door
I wonder who they asking for ain't goin back to court
I love the hustle, it's

a court room more like al Capone
Fuck it when I die imma come back as a clone
Get it back in blood all over my chrome
Put the silver piece to your dome
Now

the score (Do it)
Getting the boards, clogging the paint
Got the length and you know that I got the awards (Got 'em)
Best on the court
Soon as I step out

along with me?
Wanna go on a shopping spree?
Wanna hop on the jet with me?
I've arrived hope you rocking with me
They got you in court take the plea
Ya

and the po-po
And speed off with no trace
A dead body with no face
The next day I beat trial
Then leave court with a closed case, bitch

Aye real talk man
Shouts

the courts, give and go
Me and my lawyer like the here we go
Gotta bunch of killers with me
Gotta problem let me know
Red dot got it pointed at your crown
Watch

supervised
Lock us in cages, disarm us and neutralize
Learning that rehabilitation's only for
The suit and ties it's been scrutinized
A court room ain't always

connection with God so He
Protect me through the day

I broke the mold when I hit the soil
Don’t trust a soul, traffic court
Gotta get a lawyer
When from

off the court I come in clutch
Finding out too much
Yo there's some things we should discuss
I been kicking that world pеace 'cause
For my culture

a full court press the best
I jest
They tell that it’s all about the timing
But really there ain’t an era that
I would never shine in
Rappers talk big

baise j'me lâche
J'n'en fait qu'un court métrage
Tout meurt et tout renaît
Poétique en amour mais trash
Ma main sur leurs fronts
Nos égos se confrontent

tourtière du wapiti
Parfaite cuisson et bon appétit
J'dessine ma vie à la Marini, mmh
J'go hard comme Kawhi, j'suis sur le court
C'est la pagaille
Oh my god,

ashes to the wind
Scatter my remains into the sea
Leave them sink into Oblivion and on
Warden of the Bane

Art is judgement without any court
I was

wit' me, that nigga legit
OY-OG whole lotta shots gone behind that
Baow, baow, bitch gang, gang, gang

Heard the opps tryna get me, clip me
On court

she a stripper not a whore
I gave her fame now she ran off to New York

I'm on the court probably text
Her when I'm bored
She seen the rarri, now she

from ball court to a bando
So much hand transactions, I got handles
It's fucked up how I made money on Granville
I'll never leave my dawg, yeah
For dead

cinq minutes qu'on discute

Ne crois pas que je te
Vois comme un court métrage
Tes atouts effacent toutes ces tass'
Côte a 30 sur le coté match
Si ça

the court
So I'ma never disown her
'Bout to tap into the source I
Put the world on my shoulders, nigga

Young AK, nigga!

Yo, yo, yo, yo of course, I gotta

for keeps, I barely fucked in weeks
Most these bitches ain't got shit for me
I came up off of beats
Got me focused on the cause
Got me court side with

stronger
All my niggas messed up like
Tryna deflect a boulder
Pull up on you with the force
And tease these niggas like Yoda
She gon' ride into the court
So

bailing
Coming out the court house
All about my mail and bank
Never, never die I'll be a hustler
Motherfuckers
And making thugs out you suckers from

so
The Ds kill with ease and it's F the police
Hoe i been a G, never sold H, I just had a J
Shooting in the courts and them
Forties in the alleyway