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won't bust quick
Swipe bro scamming all he do is click
Tryn take a pic no bitch you ain't slick
No roscoe but i'm moving inna trance
She throwing them

Or only plans with me?
Is your faith in Jesus whose banned from TV?
If it's real, it's gotta be, Adam and Eve
She's by my side like my R.I.B.
Give each

your first job was Postmates
Them hoes you f*** with, you had them last year
You a reptile, your ex wasn't fooled by them crocodile tears
So much snot in

to be doing a hundred times better then what I'm doing now by the time that summer come
I don't like looking like nobody else so that's why all

by bliccin
You gotta go Onna mission
You gotta put something down if you Tryna be with us
That's why we in the position
To talk our shit cause they

hit it by da water
We making plays off da plane
Them packs hit da ground like da rain
Sending off bags from LA
I got it off in one day
Get it in
Get it

roscoe's, Dirt i done only God knows, Dirty guns moving cargo,
30 birds in a carload, shoot em up if that car slows

I'm never losing a load, I unload n

the vision
Bumping Roscoe Dash so I ask can I listen
All the way all the way all the way turnt
With your braves brim low cause you coming back from work
With

avant cinq heures.»

«Dehors les Fros», a dit Roscoe
«That's what I call a silly cause'cause
l'm only here for the money, stupid.
The French Canadians

than the weapon used by Kill Bill…

I know the venues that I perform at, will fill…

All my verses sick and its safe to say I’m still ill…

I’m just

we riding, we die for JB
Got shot by a dyke, that can never be me
You know my nеighbor [?]
Them Flockas be flockin', sweep you off your feet
We got

(Dummy)
Fuck Mexi he dead fuck Roscoe he dead (OYK)
Fuck Notti he dead fuck Luggie he dead (Lug)
Ya yo homie he dead
I send shots up to his head
I fuck with

coming with beef like a taco
My dick el grande, so this shit ain't Paco
He catch a concussion like Flacko
If he out bust then I Dash like I'm Roscoe
I'm

the locks 

I do it for the truth seekers

Not being led by the majority either

Free My Mind Free My soul be the closest thing to freedom

I can’t be taught

Afro Samurai you're number one in due time
For the moment I'ma let you breathe
Cuz Roscoe just dashed' and Jeff gave you free
Been on my Trojan horse

make hits, god damn
Knock it out the park like Prince, this shit is a slam, this shit is real, not fake, doing shit with no hands
In it like Roscoe

by them go getters I got clean they said come on
Pushing Child of God hard like
ASAP Bardy with Vlone
Yaaaah
Pitit bondye on my back baby child of god

Can't shake this feeling gratitude full on my plate
Saved by his grace I won't die with you snakes
Yeah I got this feeling (I got this feeling)
Speak

Remnants of relics once my home
Retained your frame through my lips
I'll grip your throat dip you in gold

I guess
I guess I resent you
I'm stressed, by your

injuries reserved for a simple man
Aim it at his temple
With roscoe in the john
Plans plain in simple
He be looking like the Fonz
Dope in cigarillos
Fiends

Homie hit me up
To repeat that tbt
Why Mo what the fuck?
They Running their mouth
And they acting RTD

We got the Roscoe
Eat em up
We driving by

out tomorrow
And by the time you get paid
Got to pay back all the loans you borrowed o
I dey loyal o, Holy father
Send your blessings o, we need more

(Roscoe ain't playin)
Long said that I live too fast tell all these niggas catch up
Four years ago I was on my ass, young nigga had to flex up
I

gone off the pasto
Work it come by the ton
Yea I swear it's colossal
Roll that gas I can't move
I be stiff like a fossil
On yo ass for the loot
Betta get