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as night and day
The voice of an artist evolved from the carcass of memories that use to give him disdain
Entered the game as a simpleton aimed my arithmetic

that money 

Calling me baby, I got the juice Living my dreams and I am the proof Spending my days in the studio booth 
I don't say much, now I'm letting

see the pattern
I'm feeling fine tryna stack up all this cheddar
Bitch I'm on top smoking green no lantern
Some days I feel I'm already dead
Put me

boxing
These Off-White kicks ain't common
I'm the Batman out here robbing
Ain't giving no passes, Stockton
Got the green on me like Boston
Don't run up

Drippin sauce chick fil a
You ain’t got no money can’t relate
Put in work every day
You thought I was done I’m here to stay
Bad lil b**ch lookin good

on D-day
I'm a old head
Get bread
Boy you just an inbred
Mama give some good head
Yeah she knows the rule
Boy you better get back
Little pig squealin cause

Queen moves on the chess game
You ain't nothin' but a car wash, handyman, back rub, garden boy
Yeah I put you on this green Earth
Don't forget that
I'm

last
At last, at last, at last, it took a while but now I'm here
I had to live through shitty days, but everything was a AOK
I just took the coldest way,

she leave me fore' I know it 
I'm alone until the mornin
It's alright this happens often, pop a xan then start recordin aaahhh

She wanna know, what's

on the pills, I’m good on the lean, pass me the Dusse and pass me the green
And put M******g grabba between!
House party all lit
I’m drunk and high at the same

shaky and pillow is damp 

My Hands are shaky and pillow is damp ooh

Cigarette 

on a rumble seat

Drive all day got nothing to eat

I'm Drivin all day

get you shot
My niggas down to earth like minerals they trapping, selling rock
Treat my bitches like some condiments, I make them stay on top
I’m out

ain't even gonna
If not right now, I'm gonna have you one day
It’s me Binkie Reaves and my sister O’Day
I swore I never seen a dude like you
I know I’d be

don't stress
When I pull up I just blow out the brain
Trappin' and grindin' all day everyday
I'm on the track Wetta you know my name
Hop in the private

about the green like Earth Day, yuh
Them at their best damn that's probably the same as me on my worst day, I ain't fuck with your bitch ass in the first

press 
What you mean? Ima fiend; I don't lack sex 
She need some D, she wanna scream
So she sent a text 
Sippin lean, smoking green; I'm on a conquest
I'm

I’m on a money routine
I don’t want smoke, I want cream
Every day I’m with my girl
And i still go right for the bean
I’m Living all these long days

that shit on the same plate man
I'm saying meats and greens
About as fake as a spray tan
You think I'm madman
Well look at the facts
You're not the first

keep dead pets inside of a shoe box
I lay 'em right next to my favorite tube socks
I like 2Pac and I'm hard as a mother fucker
One day I'll become just

Wishin' I could escape even if it's for a day

Black Sheets
Spread out on the mattress
Trail of gasoline now I'm pulling out the matches
Catch this, match

the reals, I'm not out here tryna lose one
Stickin to them just like some green on my fingers
I need some medicine I been put through the wringer
I hit

Pan 
I'm green as shit, I'm thieving shit 
Just me and gang
On scheming shit
On Demon shit
Okay I see the Benz
It's insight
But these niggas scoping
Fuck

Pass the ball and watch me dunk it
I'm Dwightin' on these whores
I'm just that nigga
Nigga
I been that nigga
Nigga
To all you phony niggas
You just

to quit
Hit the bag all night, no boxin
Been in da spot
Nigga all day smack
Fiends runnin in and out
Wrist game like magic
Young O.G. savage
Now I'm in 5