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scared to get beat up yah ont want it
Ill drop a 6 on em (6 Mile)

I be in that red zone
Help make that bitch a red zone
I aint bangin so you kno
You might

around not sayin a single
Thing no not at all
I'll call you back by tomorrow
I forgot again i been in my head

While back I was just fresh up out

On the regular, 
Its irregular hope you get the metaphor, 
Yeah oh baby give me all the love, 
I be facing (hey),
I be twisted up, 
I been tweaking all day, 
On my

to play they bitches
Whole unit would duck on me, when it's up, I'm in the trenches
Me and Stroke great minded, Carlo windows tinted, mind your business

nantucket
Juice, get it loose then gradually I’m stuck wit
Writer’s block, fire up that crop mayne, puff it
This might be the best day of my life and
It’s

popped another pill
It got me dancing in the rain
Bitch I’m lit up in the basement
I got lean up in my cup
I’m about to hit my side
If she around I’ll see

but the Glock 10 was by the bed
I'll give my gun to India before I put it in your hand (man, what?)
I lost bro, I can't be happy 'til we creep up

to subtract
I just do the math
One thing about me I'm too stingy with cash
Just like Mr Krabs
Soon as I score with lil shorty I pass
I feel like Steve Nash
Fuck

he envies
And I know that that lil nigga sick
Cause he hating and his pockets empty
I've been blowing
Had to run it up
Haters feeling stuck
Left them

we got motion now

Had to dub that bitch, she was hoeing out
Runnin' up my decimals, I get money galore
Call me Mr. Bag Chaser, bitch I just want more

connoisseur
Bust it open and I smell flavor
He spend it when he get it
I can tell he never felt paper

My young niggas out they top
They be out here wild
I be

playing back to back me and my nigga honcho
And bitch I need my money now I need it pronto
You run up on me bitch and you gon get yo' head blown
And bitch

Most of them bitches was runners member I moved over east for a summer yeah
I met lil les we was youngins and bro was in play opened up ways to get us

streak of killing when Im in my bag
Going nuts on every track not talking a relay for fags
Eeeee yeah its almost time to celebrate
Black mr deeds when i

Know it'by is dark
So You channel your anger and let it remote Control ya thoughts
Ya think I troll ya thoughts and make you mad on purpose
You itching

thirty leave you drenched curb
White chalk no purge
Wake up
Get to it
Might be lil late
But I get to it first
Huh huh huh
Either ther you get the cake

the concrete, a nigga done rose Diamonds on me, dripping in gold
20k and I'll run it up, hit a Saks Fifth, fuck it up
24 hours and double up, thank God for making

You a Trip

Big Head

Savage Life 2

2008

It's a trip how you miss me (you a trip!)

I had to tell lil nigga from the club
I'm still the same nigga from the mud
So watch how you be runnin' up

My ex hit me up, tell her kick rocks
27 seconds no TikTok
Knock it out the park like Red Sox
Bag get fat that's big guap
Don't test me
Hold you by

Mr. Steabmoat
Pissed off negro
Sending belt fed LMG shells
By the seashore

People often tell me
I should drink less and think more

On the other hand,

time to fuck
Plus I never say shit when I'm bout to buss (Ooooo)
And she told me she never seen so much money then i told lil baby gon' count it up

Guess it's been a minute, but I still count them racks up
I'ma call my brother, call my slime, you get packed up
A hundred chops, a hundred dracs for

up these bandz
Ohh
I'm gone die tryna get it
Cause i'm a deadman
Ohhh
Come from serving dope and credit schemes
Ohh
Tryna run up these M's
Ohh
I'm gone

standin
It's racci on da beat trick mr trunk killa music himself
Aged with perfection
They call it top shelf
Best believe I'm in a lane by my mother fucking