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Bobby Mille Brown stuff
Checks aint coming in hopefully when the wound up
They round up
They found us at the Adams mark suite 
With a beez if no cheese be

on the PlayStation
Young people love it
Schools out catch em public
Running the streets at noon nah we ain't cutting
Lil mama like wassup with you coming through

my phone 
Can't trust no thot so leave me alone 
Gotta wtach for these gimmick
Miss ing my brother he coming back home 
 daughter miss her uncle I

Paper chasing till I go up to my room up in a loft
Need someone to come and clean this mess I drip a lil too hard
All these bitches tryna turn me

body drop
You can get left onna staircase like that other guy
How yo patna right by yourside and he just let die
He just stood there ain't even help he

Shell cases in the streets the night before it done got active
It came to close to home the news broke we started packing
Stole from his mans he ran

Schooling you fellas like ABC's
I'm like a hornet, you bumblebees
I want a milli by twenty-three
This money start coming in suddenly
She wore a dress nothing

Fast money

Cars, clothes

Blue hunnids, in a row

Bad b*tches pink toes

Getting money, countin rolls

Yeen pose be out here n*gga go home

I don’t

Come over if you thick
Stay home if you sick
I bought a whole pound and sell it by the ounce
I stack dividends baby, i'm a ghetto stockbroker
Bitch act

Yeah
Turn me up in the headphones (uh, yeah)
And I went and took the Long Way Home yeah
Yeah, yeah
NonSense hates when I sing that shit
Aye the album

cat racing to your girls house 
I be Drinking all the Henny 
Now bottles out 
The section coming up 
Moving all around

I think you're a lame lil bitch

Murder was the case
Death by the bar
First 48
Crack in ya home
Comin thru ya phone
Leave it here alone
60 seconds gone
Bullets leave da chrome
Runnin thru

This one for you though smoke till I'm Pluto
They look at my eyes and say where the fuck you go
Lil told me that Molly bite and its Kujo
4 am up

Tell me that you coming home
You've been outta town for weeks
An ask if I'm alone
You ain't tryna creep
You wanna set the tone
Take off ya lil' shoes

I’m racist. I got traces across my chest I beat cases. Check your bases ain’t coming home unless you naked. I ball like Tracy they play defense I’m

smoking ganja and we get high
That's the only way I know how to get by
I ain't talking Juice WRLD but bitch, bye-bye
Cause I no longer need you all up in my

oops couldn't aim so he made it alive in his mind he thinking hallelujah
But it won't be the same if he beefing with us we ain't gonna miss shit if we

you’re the only one that’s coming home, 
And maybe you’re the only one left on the stage line, 
We’re running out of sight on this island 
Its cold,

tonight

Now I worry
As I've heard the story
I hope your lover's gone
I feel so sorry
For you babe
Now I'm comin home

I ain't no angel coming back
All

the mic
Then I'd get a flight to your crib tonight
But first you kids just might want to get you
A shit load of Kryptonite before you pick a fight
With

a demon, so he ain't scared of shit
And down the road
He'll be working with the Heretics!

The Elite Arbiter and Sargent Johnson
Fighting side by side cuz

aint have a place that's fine
I'll turn this Malibu into a home sleep in the flows tonight 
Im gettin fed up 
I really jus want my bread up
But nothin is

make sure the gang fucking straight gotta buy the guys brand new coupes
I ain't never need nobody I'm driving slow I'm by myself can't make it home

a seeya
To where i'm from
And so I'm out
Still I admire the view
Storms coming, it'll pass in a few
Before I know it the nights
Been replaced by the light