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I'd rather do more walking on these beats than talking in these streets 
That's more for the impeached 
I transform to a beast in his prime time 
I'm

Nightmare on elm street
Im back killing shit again
Body 4 Body
Bodies dropped
9-11
No love for these hoes
Bitch call me Kevin
Fell In love with

hustler baby Stay flipping doe 
Smoking out the bow ya kno joe for joe 
When They Started Hating I Started Flexin Mo
Stackin Band 4 Band Just Mixin Dough

and its now going crazy
I used to run the streets now i am a big boss
If she is up to leave me yea it will be her loss

You gotta buckle up i aint never

of it eating steak and eggs I let the cheese melt
Thankful for my mama cause she did her best
But I was raised up in the hood the streets did the rest

a doctor, she came out of surgery

Rolled up a blunt and we partied up after

Ugh

Im not mo***rf*****n street

Those my people working hard

Putting boxes in

cubans
She said she like my vernacular
I told her that's how I get the blue ones
Designer Fendi shades so big
Yuccaa dont look like he even humans
I can

She's got light eyes like blue skies and sea glass wow
One glance, she'll look and I might fall down
Baby meet me anywhere
Oh
Day by the pool

to the sky some days
It's like I try some days
Just to get by some days
I be smoking tree Monday through Sundays
I'm usually laidback
Not too much noise you'll

against the wall, I been snaked by my own race
Days when I was hungry, had to get up, make my own plate
Naw I ain't no street nigga, ion got to tote Dracs

YRM and LC too
The way I play this bass, it makes you groove
Two legends in the same room
That's no cap, I stay true
Sweater from Gap, jeans blue

I chilled on Sugar Hill, Blue Hill
Cherry Hill, Murray Hill, Homby Hills
But until we get over the hill, niggah

I've got sunshine in my pocket
I'm

blues
I'mma tell yo' ass the truth!
This ain't got no shit to do
With some people that I knew
I'm just tryna make it through
I just linked up with Lynk
Ty

nicks and dimes
Tuck the fifty's and blues
Give wifey the tens and fives
Can't be content with just gettin by
A nigga fly
Walk through
Bitches get

lately

That's Life

Guess that's life now
I had to find out
Everybody leaves matter of time Now
Oh when will I find some true People just to stay by my

some mess I've been overthinking while never listening to what I was suppose to do
Staring at the ceiling from my window, minutes passing by slow-mo oh

to the P-M
Trap goals Trap goals Trap goals
Run it up nigga
Get money Fuck hoes
Sip lean Slow mo
Whip game Bet Cold
Wrist Grill Neck Gold
Trill muhfucka Go

Bitch, I got it
And I get it
Bitch, ya nigga gotta get it
Gotta get it by the boat
I got so many styles I gotta eenie mine mo
I just thought you

I feel high real now
See I go by the name hmm
Cubana
But I'm
I bleed sound
I'm getting paper
Bitch don't call my phone
I text you later
30BG on my

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da bag I like colors green pink and blue
All im sayin pay attention what you better do
Ok I am da one fuck do yall know bout
Give me da mic an I bet

a Bgod
His ass ass

She tryna find out what my johnny do
Bravo bitch I'm blue
Get a clue
Bring the gang with you
Got a motley crew
And a couple of em'

Follow My Lead

Christian

SPM: The Purity Album

2000

kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy 
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
I get that

chop I'm gone slay
I'm Cherry D Mc Nasty
I pulled out the weed drops 
Infused in our green tea
This cafe we gone flee
Sunflowers and bumblebees
We met by