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take me back to Jacksonville
And drive me up mountain street
Lead me into old Paul Snow
And show me to my seat
When God decides it's time for us

days a week got
Fifty leven mouths to feed stop
Buying shit i didn't need my
Time ain't free bitch pay the fee
Don't smoke no more just puff the weed
My

the dub only put on more stress
So bless
So i sneeze when i want
Im so policed by the world Aint no use gettin cuffed
The baddest bitch got the biggest

hot
They don't know when to drop
Like I'm back resurrected, they don't know if it's Pac
Hennessy by the gallon, NBC, Jimmy Fallon
ABC, Jimmy Kimmel,

a armored truck
Move, I'ma pop up
Whippin' that dope and then trap 'til it lock up
In high school I had 50 bricks in my locker
Sippin' lean it came

W3 ENT Wanted World Wide 

Man we born to win, born to win

Whatever the circumstances, by any means, 
We born to win
We would of never made it

Call It What You Want

D

Innate Tru 2 Life Chronicles

2000

(that you need) 
keep it by the zip to the pound to the ki' (to the Ki') 
used to grind for days all night (all night) 
now I check my boys Bob P

out gang, we don't do drive-bys no more
We do the hit's on the floor
Catch him out buyin' some 'Woods
Leave him in front of the store
Blicks on us,

They clean up after me
Laughed, this nigga wifed my
Favorite bitch, bro, give her back to me
Sad to see these niggas sippin' green
They do it happily

Hut 1 hut 2 throw it back
Show me how you do that 3 point stance
Or better yet can you make me throw a stack
Cause I love it when you do it with no

day with a K we hit shit
In a splat all black it's stick shift
Niggas running
Tried to run from the gun got his back ripped
(Dummy)

Making diss songs

Throwing up on a fresh set of Air Yeezys
Passing out watching my new 50 inch tv
Fresh alcoholic (fresh alcoholic)
Fresh alcoholic (fresh alcoholic)

defeat
Ain't walked down my street
Never been the "that's the way
It is" type of dude fuck that
I'm a "tell you how it is" type of rude
Bust that, type

the beef jump off, and my heat dump off
50 shots let em chop, blow a meat chunk off
Flip his block let him pop
Till police come dawg
I'm street, I'm raw, you

they're more pussy than the pussyoles they roll with
Can't be pillow talkin' in these streets, I disown him (yo)
Can't be talkin' about me, I kick doors

def over neck
Never pay for pussy, if you do, you a bitch
Got a chop, wit 50 clip wit a switch
Keep it a stack or ima move to the next

Whisperin',

student (yep)
Shakin' off pounds like I'm Big Mate Luton
On the streets I'm a nuissance, whippin' in a blue six
Shinin' like a star, but Buddy's in Houston

Cake

Lil Wyte

The One and Only

2007

currency by the stack
M town reppa liquor sippa and the souths on my back

[Chorus 3x]

I got that cake, I got that cake
These suckas see me out here flossin

Santa Rosa in the Snow

Joe Purdy

Canyon Joe

2007

Happy New Year Santa Rosa here I am
I was brought in by the weather and the cold
I was heading towards the West to find the sand
I guess I'll have

just hit the tare button
Tears coming hurt niggas head on
The tears but in
Tear something, buck fifty a nigga
That's ear to ear cutting
Air something,

Hey bitch, you remember me?
It's Mr oPM from the westside of the streets
I got my Sox hat and my black Pumas
And my nigga P with me, let me introduce