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my
100's on the top and my 50's in between, I'm
Winning bitch I'm winning bitch I think I'm Charlie Sheen
My cake turn't up cookies you ain't never

And your mother and your son

Get rolled by the cops they ask if you got
A beer to spare yeah, right here
Got a half fucking case of Rollin' Rock
So let's do

the mic is gripped by Spide, you better know that it's time to ride
Go to the show prep then step get it right here we giddy-up giddy and go
My lyrical

a trip
Held down by this gold plated clip
I’m bout to dip
Bud and Doyle on a road trip
Light up this weeks weed roll the whole zip
Official clavy P, gold

Yea
Yea
Yea
Let’s get it
It’s 56 ways to get to tha pay
Green is the point
Blame tha Nawf for my ways
Stay on tha grind like I’m movin’ big weight

love,
cccept the love I get. 
My world is what I think, 
So, what hates me don't exist. 
 
Far as I can see it,
Beyond every horizon. 
By the time I make

and weird
But every time I get lost I end up here See I don't know how to be cool like u I don't know how to be cool like u
I see pain I don't push it down

You know what I'm saying
It's going down
Eastside, Ace time
Turn up, turn up

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
I work hard for

bitch she flawless, she get flawless rings
She put on Fenty not Maybelliene
She goin' crazy, no Charlie Sheen
I might not be loyal to you, but be loyal

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Mm, look like DJ Chose)
Mm-mm-mm, girl you taste good, you my food, girl
(Charlie)
I've been feelin' you for

more help to you
My brody I'm sorry
Your daughter looks just like an angel
I ain't talking no Charlie
And when you get out
Best believe manito we finna

Not another nigga, nah, not another nigga
Dropped on the front line with
A cop behind the trigger
Throw your spirit in the sky
Probably drop you down

Gas pedal pressed down to the floor
Coming like the cops kicking in your door
Any given dive any given town
I don't know where I am but I come to get

Objection, may I approach the bench
Can't pass the bar, you'll never get hench
Get cross-examined by 12 Angry Men
Form's not in order, I'm going Judge Dredd

to
Help you clap on two and four
We'll start at the foyer
Then we'll hit the back door
Wake wake up I promise not to bore
When I tell you the lore
Get down

gonna back down let
Go nigga free me I say let go nigga free me
You know am over this shit am over this shit
Am over this shit I don't want nobody by my

casual
Formally introduced to a journey into the natural
The three, two zeros then proceeded by one
Laced like your woven tennis shoes before you go run

with mama by his side
And daddy on bass singin' Charlie Pride
Kaw-lija, Folsom, Stand By Your Man
Just a few you might hear from the band
Nobody gets it

grinding 
Everyday to get my team up
I do BİG I never do small o
Fake true caller never pick up
And drinks colored up like a p cock 
Smart girl ain't it

abstract 
Like ABL Creations

I learned you never get your turn 
Just by patiently waiting 

If you pay more than twelve
On rent then stop contemplating

as the Family
Charlie was always in the circles
Surrounded by the thoughts in
His fuckin' head
'Cause the family would do
Anything that he said
So he let 'em all

up, I gotta get right
Yo bitch give me them legs by the end of the night

Outta mind outta sight, now we on the way
Nigga tried to Okie Dokie, but he

O.K. man, first you make the music,
then you get the money, then you get the power OK...

I made a million and a half off the book, fuck the tax

Have yourself a merry little
Whether you lean towards fake, real, large
Charlie Brown trees or somewhere in the middle
Big or subtle, keep the spirit