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my dust fill the sky (Bitch I'm gone!)
I'm slashin' active; I'm trained to go when its static
Lookin' at my competition like y'all are far below

to pass you up or when I'm showing off the VLONE
Been a while I was gone, but you made it too hard for me, to forget where I've came from, yeah
Yeah
You

Yeah, huh, I'm like- uh huh
(Trey, I love you)
Hunt that boy, it's like- uh huh
Uh huh, yeah, uh huh
Ridin' around wit' that Glock-9, yeah
You can

your time to stop playing
Come to the truth
Stop believing what they saying

Trey
Humans corrupted
By the enemy
Deceiving
Into eating
From the tree

When it's go time all of your niggas is gone
When it's showtime i kill every stage thata nigga step on
When its hoe time me and my bitch we go get it

we’re just passing through
now space and time they just carry you
so very far away from home
so far from home, so far from home
so far from home, so far

Songs for Women

Frank Ocean

Nostalgia, Ultra

2011

so far gone, she stay blasting Trey and his songs
All damn day long, it's like she never heard of me

Now everytime somebody asks me
If I sing

when the eyes got on us
Now who gone stop us?
Used to be death by designer
Now you dying in it. Who the pack, now?
Have your team on recliner
I'm

Imma stack me a m with the bros on the road And i swear that we all together
Got no hate for nigga but once you start crossing dem lines
Y'all gone

so professional
Came from the ghetto makin' money, it's a blessin'
A wife type
Far above them lesser hoes
My my, damn that body so incredible
We

far
Spent most of my time trapped in the dark
I got my head above these clouds
I can see right through the doubt
I done figured out who gone hold me

take on
Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long
Throw a nigga like I'm Akon, 'cause I'm acorns
Where the base gone? Get the base blown, let

Three backends by the morning and I just walked out the bank
Told em I quit I cant
Promise I'm never gone change
Big dawg inside of my gang
Shaquille

new cases
We wasted by cases
Whole trey we fly fishes
Cop a chain and cotton when you get a lil something
That mentality is rotten but I know where we

True Colors / It's On

The Game

1992

2016

as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't matter

My daddy was from Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was

Tryna get by
Now we got views from the sky
I been living alot 
Cause You Never know when you gone rot
Cant Nan nigga take my spot

Got a vision I made up

Why is there a picture of you with your finger in your mouth?
From the grande jete a lot on your chest
These growing pains realize the depth (Depth)

you know how I rock
Blow a chop with a mop bet a nigga cop
Put a beam on a gun if a nigga fire
Blow that fucking SK you ain't
Gone make it far

aye
Send my bitch in his dm
Trynna get the drop to e ‘em, uh uh
We get em gone by the p.m.
His mama ain’t gone see ‘em, uh uh
Reaper, you gone meet ‘em

to explain so she can leave
Fucking with these bitches, tryna run you far from me
'Cause if something was to happen to you I wouldn't even wanna breathe

Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain't even wear cologne
Girls call me MCM,

Order It In

Mist

Diamond in the Dirt

2018

standing for it, far from falling
Man wanna act like gyal, pure Cornish
Never will forfeit
Man get mowed like the lawn did
And that's lights out
Still

the biggest mistake I made by far
And when I let you love me boy
It was the biggest mistake I made by far
By far eh eh
By far eh eh
By far eh eh
By far woah oh

Coast to Coast Gangstas

Sauce Money

The Streetsweeper, Vol. 1

2003

inquire from a few niggas
'cause bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas
Get a grip, dead four-fifth in the hip
Slip, never picture me