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borrowed
But I’ll have em home
Probably by tomorrow
But ain’t no telling
When you hang wit us
You just see
It ain’t a thang to us
We gone do it on are own

joint turn up the base
Fuck I'm amazed by the Hoes that I chase
Call up my girl n I tell her to wait
Aaja main hoon yaha
Toh doondhe tujhe saara jahaan

The kitchen heating up
The kitchen heating up
Tell that girl
I'm On the run
From my own vices
I'm soaking sun up
Money run up
Till my phone lifeless
Need a one

Connect to the streets like I'm WiFi
I'm soaring I think I got too high
Don't talk much they think that I'm shyguy
Slide on em we do a drive by
We serving

passes you on whether they want to hear it or not
Get out, How dare you come down here and do this
I’ve been here 14 years, I’ve lived in this town my

in my ear
No cords allowed here
I can’t hear you through my pods cause I ain't broke
Your girl wanna give top you don't want smoke
I just hit your

Cuz On the Mic I was born a killer
With little traits and deformatives as a sinner
That's got a name as awful Priscilla
Given to a girl who tryna

you there
This party’s wild but we can
Take it there
Take it there
Vibes in check
Girls sippin' henny
So get in line
If you feelin' real pretty
Cups in

walking
I can tell the way you talking, talking
I know that you're acting sorry, sorry
Shorty ain't fuck with a nigga like me
Now shorty get dubbed by

shoes
And now they want to get a you
Livin Life like a rockstar
Up late like trapstars
Tunez put me up on the track
I’m yo girls favorite rapper
Small

opened up hearts, plus I adored your gait
Saw a girl who would ride with me in my poorest state
So I started falling for you at an abnormal rate
I got

You drive em crazy how you doing it
They look into your eyes and they losing it
Cause you're doing it right
I'm talking about you and I
I got your

by the greed
We be sippin', girls be trippin' cause it’s hot in the A
Peaches shakin' up in Follies all night and day
Hold up there shorty I’m not

the party rock when I slide
Hit the spot and I make the party rock when I slide
This a must be
Yeah baby girl do you trust me
Looking for some balance
I’m too

The flow is crazy n stupid
So in love with the hustle
I'm tatted up by a cupid
Claiming that you the best you can Take it all if the shoe fit
Nigga

back'a town, beat by Ram
But we gotta lay down dem drugs man and um, 
leave the trap alone ya heard me
Time to turn dat dirty money to clean money homie,

that we all get older
And do what we wanna do
But just listen
I don’t make these songs only for me to hear em
Let Jesus take the wheel
More peace

Energy on static 
This is automatic

All we spit is classic
Check our demographic 

We keep climbing ladders 

Blinded by the magic
We don't do

mistakes but this still for my nigga P
Still so thankful today cuz I might see twenty-three
Gon have to catch me a fade cuz this nigga thinking he could get

people use me
Supporting these people so they can lose me
Like remote in the house
Put these nuts in ya mouth
And go get fucked like a girl groupie
Won’t

Yesterday got backstabbed
By someone
Who was close to me
If it's real
He'll look me in my eyes
When he spoke to me
Stumble with yo words
Cause they

on our red counterparts
Unify to fight 'em old ass racist farts
Cart the baby boomers to old homes
1998 I been grown
Axel stall to cope from my traumatic

to push me up, standin' by my side
Point out my potential, baby girl be influential
Let us teach each other and let the work be confidential
I build you up,

about fuckin' girls and doin' crimes, nah
I change the metre and bring the heat like a heater
Ya hear me through all ya speakers I kill em all like