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If black lives matter
I'm down with the crew
I wear all black
With the ski mask too
I'm gangsta bitch
I ain't gotta prove
I fuck everything up in my

Semi-automatic flows you know how it goes
Boss, B-O-S-S-M-A-N, gun in hand
Understand, gettin money is the plan
Greg Street is my man

Uhh, gettin money, YEAH!

strange to me
Cause I know hers, and, it won't be long
'Til she's convinced that I'm her man
The one that's gon' take her away

Yo, yo, yo hey yo it's three

gravey 
I Stay bless on the socials cos I can't do war online
Man try hype in my comments, tell a man can't do war on mine
Na  Everybody getting on fine,

I got him, right in his jaw
And when you pull up to the ER better not tell'em who you saw
Police interrogating, this nigga in the room crying a song

No, I got plenty of 'em
Man I'm solo on many of 'em
Y'all know I changed rap
Live shows I changed that
Mosh pit's since way back
My guitar, I play that

You know me don't have good sense at all... Yard man in a foreign land
Rudeboy style

Leggo The Vibes 'pon The System, The Shortwave, The Long Wave

Each choice I make live em loud
Ordained in sin I wear the crown
Inhale the world cos I won't slow down
Exhale slow gotta make it last
Blow for blow til

Mm hmm

Ring around the rosey
Pocket fulla OZ's
Watchin' for the police
AP or the Rollie?
Got a boyfriend, now she act like she don't know me

Yeah, Da5th
Huh, CFBG
R.I.P. to Scarfo Da Plug man
Let's go
Did you ever had a dream in your life?
Worked so hard that u ain't even got time
Just

Boys
We the Realest
We the Hottest in the City man
Ayo Lost
Give them that Cloth Talk
Give them that Real Talk for once

[LOST]
Plus tu montes et plus

Ain’t wanna drop my ex but I had to go and get it

She wondering like why cause I’m in the wrong inning

Ain’t had the energy or time man she got da wrong

need to know if this real
Shawty is you really down by my side
And the police be on me for real
Had to pull over and tell her to drive
And she making

clutching on them
Got every car tent never know what I’m in
High makings moves my girl and friend
Roll the dice call the price my cousin cut off
Her man steal

put they parents on to
Blues wrapped in jazz, man I spazz
Second Ave pad, now my niggas just stacking cash
Used to hold my feels, now hide it behind

high take a hike (A hike)
Bro diamonds dancing like they Mike (Bling bow)
From hard days them hallways they made the man (They mad the man)
In broad day

Clinton
Fifty million dollars, you a Chelsea Clinton

Man, this is a real pain in my ass
Gotta wake up, roll over
Wake up, roll over
Wake up, roll over

You

Kiss your clone
Many die alone
Caution tape stay back
Cost him fame his day wrapped
We all knew that his ass was apt to crash
In the blink of an eye,

garage
I can see through the facades
But fuck it man do what you want
I could walk with my eyes closed
I need to sleep better. Free never
Try walk in this

gone have to touch the sky
Niggas is pissed off ready to be shooters
Another black man gunned down in the streets by the police
Now you gatta whole city

firing up that reggie, man
And can't have them fuck
Niggas in your regime
Suck dick, roll weed on the résumé
Bald head, damn near do everything
She do

can't blow this
Heads on my shoulders, minds in the focus
Grip on my life was trying to choke us
Few man came they try to poke us
Raided his home we

Rest in peace, Bankroll Fresh
Long live Bankroll

Had to let these niggas know I'm
Goin hard as ever man new shit on the way
New whips on the way

perfectly bliss
Certain man certain they're fierce
Certainly making their goals to move on their own
And surface the grown man in him
See this is for