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Pull up with a stick and they let it hit

Since you wanna speak on my name
Ima come blow out ya brains 

You ain’t gotta tell me shit boy i know you

when I’m gentle

I’ll make it by any means watch
Succès make my enemies drop
In love with the texture of guap
Won’t stop till I’m making a lot

this by the seasons
She said she just hit me up for no reason
You be looking thru the phone, that’s treason 

But ay, we deep up in this thang 
Niggas

riches
I was nothing at all
A fat little brownie boy
Only bound to bedroom floors
New best friends in every toy
Bruises on my cheek
Hidden by glare

from Muhatma Gandhi

Mix Tupac and Slim in Tyler's Tamale
Nas, plus a couple dozen more, then you got me
Respect before you, there's a lot of them in me

Like I heard a lot of people say shit about me
I heard a nigga I love say shit about me
I hear a nigga I hate say shit about me
But I'm not just

to church
Letters of Paul? You better call him Saul like Bob Odenkirk
Old school - a good old boy with a new message
Money trees wilt - I'm here to teach

presidents doing good lying in the safe
I'm just tryna get a million i ain't tryna catch ah case
Boy it's Third Ward High bitch I went to Jack Yates

Y'all

to pieces
My dynasty comes from the Valley Of The Kings, where the nile delta boys and girls dance and sing
It's a crazy place with a crazy face, yes we dance

(Ball)
Made fifty, now I ball like a Pacer (Yeah)
Made a hunned, now these problems keep chasing
By December, I'll have a lot of chains swangin' (Damn)

Pop open that crown bottle it's time for celebration
Always to elevation that bitch I won't keep waiting
Take her right by her throat then make her spit

With the blade I'm the painter, giving niggas face shoes
Dominatrix, no safe word
Box me, grab me, ill shank ya
Your hood card get revoked by gangster's

I'm cracking her back in the back of a trap house
Come round and try me
Out of the mix, nobody can find me
My life exciting
Backwoods and a lot

starts to fade when I'm fucked up with you
Damn
Getting cold out here
Flicked my cigarette and thats when you appeared
Vagabond, did you came by your

'em everyday 
That boy up out the mix that nigga went legit 
Standing right next to Rell 
When they hopped out that car heard them yelling my brotha got

knees
Yeah I gotta lot a drive but only need a couple cars
Yeah I been thru hell and I'm reminded by a couple scars
Share the type of truth with my guys

I brought Han in the function
They talkin' a lot I say nada say nothing
Chopper speak I ain't got to say nothing
Brand new extendo I can't even tuck

legs up like Lamborghini doors I ride you
Paid money in my bank account is gettin large
Co co comas I'm counting bove a hundred mills
Gettin' lot of doe

can't be defined
Gonna make her all mine

Not slim just thick
My boys set picks
Strobe lights catch her lips
Extra clips, scratch this itch
DJ play my mix

wavelength
Pretence, you lot trynna stitch us up don't make sense.
Nah man focus on your biz' why you so tense
You a 'Snickers' boy, I got 'Mars', fly like

call it touch and go
Attention is not paid to conversation made by ghost
London to Cali
I'm hoping a lot more
Another tune for the night
When will you

subjugation
Scrap then get scraped
And that's our life
We either get caught by the jakes
Or we die
We don't even cry
Bottom line
This shit is normalized
All

rays 
One my bruvas might just shoot you for I spray you with this K

Got a lot of drugs I run the damn DEA
Got bottles of patron and some shawties wanna

the crew
Not to be rude but it's well overdue
Do what I do
Cause I'm cooler than cool
You know I gotta live so I had to bend rules
Still living by all