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lyrics like a stove
Ahhh
Ballling on a budget
Bitch I'm still feeling gucci
GANG
Balling on a budget
Bitch I'm still feeling Louie
KANG
Ballling

(Lyrics)

Look, when this shit blow up
Dont act like you know me
My whole life I been lonely
They always say they loyal but I have yet someone

em)
I got a bag to seal...
UGH
I'm never lacking either
I grew up on a block where the crack was eating
on file wit a pop and the magic sleeper
Bank

not permanent
I been in my bag, I'm determinant
On my block, I'm cementing my permanence
I'm fly I been through the turbulence
Three stripes not talking

support out of niggas who stay hating
It's harder to get real out of people that stay faking
But i'm gonna stay patient and share with you this lyric gift

potent than your favorite piff
Spark your shit and roll another to this
Got them good vibrations just to compliment the lyrics
Relax your mind and feel

for a hundred dollars
Man, I been sick of you niggas, fuck Coronavirus
Spit lyrics like pictures, make a portrait out em
I hit the booth and spit my

Stacking letters to build houses
Spelling words with building blocks
Making music out of babble
And it makes sense, because it rocks

You're a little kid

funny now
Bitches be hating, and I find it funny how
These bitches be on me
These bitches be corny
These bitches be whorin
They lyrics is boring I rap

whats mine nigga call me a bad kid
They hate soo hard in my neighbor
Focus on my lyrics
Fuck poor life i want rich life
I can't imagine going broke
Make

through the blocks
Better duck and hide before this bomb drops
It's murder, anything goes
Put these suckers in the dirt with no where to go
I'm bout to kill

if you gon' try me
Throw me them digs and I'll just block it
One man army give me a beat and a mic
And I promise you I'll just rock it
I'm going so far

that faking
Grass cut for the ones who snaking, cause that ain't nothing to play with
Many people love my lyrics but hate it the same time so they don't

bang yo thotty love my songs
She gone sing it on my name
Swervin in that whip almost crashed get in my lane
I might pull up on yo block double ds on my

the back while I'm pulling her tracks
I'm distributing that shit to the block
I know some bloods and some crips and some ocks
Banging all day till I run out

don't know why tho
Always sitting around writing lyrics on my iPhone
Wondering where could I go
Can't get on my level but you could give it a try tho

Fuck the block, I'm tryna cock Jenny
All my niggas say, "Hey"
Lift up yo' Ciroc 'n Henny
The Casamigos, ay
Shorty quit playing
I'm just tryna kick it con

Livin life on a big journey with a lesson
Practice make perfect, so I practice my perfection
Perfecting everything I learn, and never block

hear that tone
Studio time it's silent phone
Six hours gone (Ay)
Think of lyrics until I'm bored as hell
Writer's block, my writing skills I'm tryna hone

sad steady Copping them lows
Staying connected with my dawgs I brought the team with me hoe
Before we spin the block we gotta Check the scenery tho
You

block and they'll tell you who run it
I know some niggas who really be gunning
Just broke up rebound Drummond
Superbad, call her mclovin
Super cap, you're

Like it's a literal quote
And that shit was cute
Cuz Shorty astute
And Shorty's mature
Shit Shorty secure
She's a student of art
Lyrics and literature

Grind that
Roll that
Light that
Smoke that
Grind that
Roll that
Light that
Uh
Am I lost again?
Writer's block like I dropped the pen
Time just stops

em' bring their best and still get finished off
Make em' clinch their jaw
They get injured when they enter raw
Lyrics from the center core
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