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High as fuck I hit a two-lane switch
Two cups like I got twins
She wanna know what the fuck I do
Wanna where the fuck I been
Get yo bitch in

mathematics to this game (Come on, man)
I bought the first egg from P
In my hood I had the biggest chain
I'm voy from Philla's sleepers
To them fat knocks

on the app
To go back, yeah it's Jack
The live one, founded in
The Noke, where shorty had
Baby cakes 20x a lil poke
A lil poke, do we go for broke
Do we go

hurt
My pockets is hefty
My shooters by me and you know they ready
Yo bitch wanna fuck and I know she gon let me
I keep it cool, lil nigga, no yeti
He

my bag
Ima stunt
Im so high
I cannot see
Oh so sad she wanted lunch
I said bye I gotta leave
She cant believe, I am a G
I don't want her, she just want

and we comin' up
I be countin' by blessings I'm one of one
I might just slide with the top down, lil' bitch you ain't gettin nobody
Ridin' around on yo'

Next by the Christmas tree (Huh huh)
Getting High as fuck
Cuz we got that Christmas weed (Yea)
Hoes at the wishing well
Wishing they were really well

on our downtime
We all look the same on the inside
We growing lil by lil can’t be terrified
Can’t live without each other man we coincide
Rise
Find

Lil' mama a soldier how she stand up And salute
She fuckin' with me no she don't Wanna fuck with you
High fashion like Rihanna and she Lookin' kinda

writing bars
I'm the prodigal son soon followed by millions
Ama turn to a star
Then go back home in my new foreign car
No need for speed
Ama take it slow

smart as fuck, I got this bitch straight out of Yale
Yale, Yale, Yale, Yale

And you know I'm high as fuck, my eyes just red, but they was just pale

out
We number one check the stats lil homie
If you want some more then run it back lil homie
Look me in my eyes see I'm ready for whatever
Welcome

look
Brodie different he'll hit him with the right hook
Left right punches gotta show him what these stripes took
Big boi I'm throwin deuces

than the oven
You ain't balling lil nigga you posting another nigga money
It look like by myself but I got shooters all around me
These niggas think it's

the pope no
In and out then im gone
Fucked lil shawty outta her thong
She get wetter by my tone
Let her know when she can come
Yea

My Beyoncé got that dome

up till I'm six feet in the grave
I don't want no sex,  lil mama

Talk to me when you get paid
I don't need no gun, my niggas steady givin'  fades

same belt
Wait
Hold up
But that's your belt
Take it
And that's your cup
Drank it
And that's your love
Spank it
Nah I'm jus playin
But you content wit

started asking me why am so cold
You can tell just by her face n how she act that she a lil hoe
she started hitting me with all phony shit got a her a cab

Shawty Unique
East side lil ma wit a nice GA peach
Louis V sheets when we fuck she a freak
Peep from the back she got ass for da week
No filter ma

rich, get right Never gonna broke again, lil bitch I'm doing fine
High up in the sky again, sparking up a zip again
People talking shit again, looking

neurodivergents drug addicted men are dying
Eating plan-b like a cannibalistic hen
I'm a cis man yet my
Logical faculties aren't so stumbly like a defacto

ain't nowhere that niggas can hide 

Super high, baby girl I stay fly 

Can I stop by at least one more time? 

She said somehow she found peace in my

don't make me have to take you for a ride in my trunk
I said excuses, excuses, I'm not tryin' to hear your stle is boody
by nature so get on out here
ya

Da Weight Is Over

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

Verse 1

We here son
I'm tellin you thugs and fake ones
Don't blaze one
Just eat the bread that I break son

Trying to stop me
Leavin stuck on phase