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hard to put shit in the open
Stay by myself all the time thats on purpose
I gotta stay low gotta fall back
Airplane mode never call back
I been blowing

you think I'm plane'
I could do a lil drive by
Why, I
Don't understand all the time, my
Y'all crazy
Shit talking maybe maybe
Diss talking
Nigga maybe

from mexico
If you getting money keep the bank roll up on the down low

Never taking out all I have, can't use the last
Confused by the cryptos, amazed

out
These Amiri slacks hoe, I can't get this crease out
Shit has been on track hoe, this just shit I speak bout
Let's just keep this Frank baby
Soldier

back
cookin on the low but never sidetracked
Yea we run that
Baby I've been tryna call you back
But I never get an answer
So I'll never call you back
Now

J for Jordan
I’m ballin, outscoring
Fast lane gang on a track like Jeff Gordon
In Houston with the hits like Yordan
You should be enjoying
These

think you're lit but you're dark as night
They say this life goes by so fast
You better buckle and hit the gas
Thought you left me in your past
But I'm

to light
First think
if you ready to be a lil specimen

Look me and my dawgs
We grateful for life
The rights
The Wrongs
The highs
The Lows
The difference in

shot
But let's have Lil Chungus go onslaught to these motherfuckers

Yeah, I made this track two years ago
That I wish it would blow
Just like Dezmond

I’m on attack wow
They just tryna get to me like this Takeshi's Castle

Gami thick as fu** they tryna make me throw it back huh
I just punch them

Who Got the Chronic?

Dizzy Wright

SmokeOut Conversations

2012

boy, high boy that's me
Stoner boy, I be low key
Swizzzle in the back
Hop on the track
And me I'm getting high basically spitting about all

it's best to leave 'em alone
I be gettin em color matched an keep it low on the chrome
Don't be gettin a lot of sleep but i been dreaming the shit
I

Are You Still Alone

Play N Skillz

The Process [Clean] [Reissue]

2005

the man, I had a different plan
For me and you to follow, a runway model
With a self made balla
But you was caught up with your lil' man a simple life

You

be floatin' in the lake by ten
I don't fuck with confused liars
Rather lay low with a slut, consumin' my nut like a new diet
Brother, I'm too fire

iPods in 'em
Young Sinatra what they blastin'
Like a Beretta v for Vendetta
Bitches sit and play just to get wetter
Haters talkin' shit but then
They

nice)
Take a type beat turn it to a masterpiece
Hooping days are over still running shit like an athlete
Been a minute since somebody asked to get a track

out the ghetto
We finally on track, now it's time to hit the pedal
Can't look back, gotta keep killin'
Time goin' by but I keep Crippin'
Yellow gold

Best Kept Secret

Diamond D

Live at Tramps New York "In Memory of Big L.," Vol. 2

1999

Girls, get the panty-ins
Even wit a fanny and I might win a Grammy-in
Maybe I won't so I'll chill like the pope
See I'll neva mope 'cause ya know my

through the highs and the lows
Take a L, bet it back's how it goes
It's like my heart's turned cold
But I never let my soul get sold
Tryna live to see