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running to the money, I'm doing full sprints
I don't even want the bitch, I know I could hit
So real I keep it real, shit, I'm the purest
I grew up in

the fence is depressing
Don't ask what the gang doin', bitch, we leavin' them guessing
It's a G-Man on my hip, but it's shoot, Smith and Wesson

Mention any

They know the strip
Where it gets eerily quiet
Before it gets hot that's a fendi
Shot up his renty
Dangerous places I been in
A angel just had to be

cuz I'm the king, please come take my throne
These niggas be sweet, Pop Tarts, high off my capones
Lil bitch eat up like a dog to bone
She at the crib,

Nigga fuck them calories
Ima ride for myself
I'm my own Calvary
I see you pocket watching
Focus on yo own salary
Your man screenshotting me
I'm all up in

and plotting on my life

I'm playing dead Remember hustling for some trues, now I'm up
In Neiman's I was broke now I got ice on me man what a sequence
Better

ain't gotta say much
I gotta real power
I could get you touched
I dont give no
I could be by myself
And light this up
She just wanna blast
Off future take

watch what I do
Fuck if they gimme a break
Imma double the stakes
Workin I'm harder it come everyday
I been turnin it up
Roll it up in an eighth
Sippin

I grew

Let's get it right
I was seein' homie's tryna flee, tryna ball out
On the court, roll up they be firin' for 3's
Tryna lick J's no weed
But I

Baby I been lacking, I need someone who's by my side (side)
Something's been missing, I need someone with bad advice
(and here we go again, and here

me, and I know that you don't get me
Man I swear my pops the reason I'm still in the city
I ain't never need no pity, only here because you're pretty

a Mannequin
I ain't Rae Sremmurd cause I like my women Mexican

Pull up to yo block, Do a Drive-By
These bullets would connect to you, like wifi
Imma track yo

one im trusting 

Catch one in the pen do em in understand it aint up for discussion 

Lil one aint your mans you a fucking puppet 

Standing like you

by the gun
I ain't never thought Kywon would die so young
Hold on, you can see these niggas watching us
Niggas jackin' motion, they ain't never even

cheated man bitch I'll fuck your world up
Yeah stupid ass bitch I know I made my mark
I know them brodies probably runnin' trains on you at Clark
Bitch I

to the top
Niggas tryna jack
End up in a box
Me and my niggas
We roll like the mobb
Cleveland raised
And Down Tha Way bread
All the projects get
Harassed by

pass'em up in my new Bentley
Trying to be lowkey but these Breitling diamonds won't let me
Got no time to waste, I'm bout my cake, I'm like lil Debbie
Red

the difference
It was just the other day an old friend went up stairs to the pearly gates
And now his family gon miss him
That took a toll on my soul to OBK man I

to mental (Let's go)
Nigga not one or two, lil' bitch know that I'm several (Let's go)
On my WEEZY shit, y'all know who the fuck I is
"Who the fuck you is,

that
Im getting curious what if i shoot at him?
We ain kill that lil boy he backdoored on em
We got K on the board we kept doing that
I can't see, feel

fumble
Chance I was given make plays like I'm Pippen
Lord knows I am driven but I am not trippin'
I'm beating my demons little by little
I'm making some

state I'm known By another name
In ya own city you looking like a fucking shame
Head on my shoulders
Back then man i wasn't sane 
So i be tryna spare you

gon' lose
Telling ass nerd, always giving out blues clues
Dog ass nigga, so she calling me Scooby-Doo
Why you crying, lil' bitch
Boohoo, she a 5150, got

kidding me!” The chemist laughs, waving the baby blues hand at the performer who smiles then sinks back in the couch.
“I made a lil track just now