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Holup, Holup, Holup
Dese lil niggas ain't makin no money
Holup, Holup, Holup
Dese lil bitches aim't talkin about fuckin
Holup, Holup, Holup
Dat lil

smoked him in my Robins
Rob a nigga dark night, like Gotham
That nigga is trash, and LeBron he floppin'
I already knew that the lil'
Nigga was a bitch

help
Got rich by ourself
And I fuck two chicks myself
And he ain't on piss by himself

Now all is well
I had to rob, I had to trap too as well
Had

cling 
Serving them junkies lil momma a phein 
Caught that bitch stalking outside of the G 
Looking for me tryna follow her dream 
Jump off a ledge land

Wish a mothafucka would try to rob me dreams
All these chances I been taking since I was 18
Ima need to see the fruits of my labors from a seed
Grow into

My money 
My money
My money 
My money 
My money 
My money
My money 

Dollar - Dollar bill
Bet you kill
Bet you rob and steal
If you ain't have a job

rob 
Ya' momma house
And then sell ya 
Whatever we take
I promise 
There ain't been this much blood
Since f****** D-Day
You see we got guns
Open up

a nuisance
Fame just an illusion
Created by those losin
Let's just face it ya I'm amusing
An The game stay polluted
With lames full of excuses
Ima chase my

light weight always playing for the team yea,

I grew up around the B’s and the C’s,
Doing G shit right in front of me,
Little they know lil Finney was

some things
But nowadays money multiplied by 1000 times
So I got a whole Lotta things
Tonèboulem I know they envy me
Just put them in the middle

bitch fucking up my character
Hit her once she told her nigga that i was her ex
Only in your dreams lil bitch we could bet
4 am getting dressed hit

prosper
Sponsored by the sickest members
Bilderberg meetings with hidden agendas
Sent to injure and depopulate
Dumb us down from a spiritual and conscious

something sweet
300 a OZ
I stay rolling out the P
I stay blowing by the acres
All my niggas takers
We stay gettin us some paper
Drankin yellow blowing purple

dinner
Bumping Lil Rob y’know neighborhood music (Y’know)
This that California living bitch get used to it
California living man you know how it be
Just

I fought by myself I had nobody around when I was fallin' deep into dat pool pit
I stood on ten up it at you Nd yo mans nii they runnin' when I let

4th of July 100 Niggas got shot 
Damn, more black on black crime 
Its all I ever see when I turn on my tv 
Either that or we killed by a swine 

Eye for

Ya man's ain't one him a lil nigga
Keep shit funky its the MOB way
Fuck a Simon let's do what Rob say
Roll a loud el take it to the face
Half

Theory of Humanity

Produced by 1st official 

Verse 1

Sip this limited edition Ciroc with a little chaser
Riding down Rancho California wine

a way with rapping, first I started off from trapping
You might got a rob, get a bag then make it happen
I got it on me, I ain't cap it, She wanna fuck

me leanin', if I'm in the whip, on gang, Bitch, I'm speedin', you ain't
MLK bitch, I don't care what your dream is
You can die today, blue face, we

kill him 

She having them dreams them blasting me

While I'm just dreaming of them cashing me 

Instant 

In them 10 and a half's they could see I was

dream
Woke up fucked up
Shout out Lil' fucking Peep
Paper in my pocket like it
Was a fucking magazine
With the homie eating tajin
Got the blicky you can't

Four, that's what I'm reppin' Took a hundred bowls on a trip in a Tesla
Try to rob me and you leavin' on a stretcher And I just sold a Zip for 500

face,

Stay in your place

My homie just caught a few charges,

Lil Tay K, now he's doing the race

We do not fuck with the law, and I am

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