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work with nobody I don't know
Son Rob came to OT runnin' with the crodies
All my niggas by the Grumpies stay screaming fuck the police
3580 is the addy

son & child, running wild 
Now I’m huffing and puffing 
And smoking to keep my mental on 
Straight 
Life’s a never-ending nightmare like we stuck in

paved the way for me 

That’s why I’m all in on my word
I do it for kin yessir 
And I’d do it again 



Verse 2 

Grab ya fucking bottle den we heading

Bola, my new music
 director as I fondly called her
, was there chanting my praises.
  So I bought two 
bottles of wine 
from the store down the street

them cars

Ducking 12 when its dark

In the studi’ where I sleep

Everybody life hard

You can tell by my scars

How’d I make this far?


Chorus:Really

with coal

Diamond ring
Made a pretty girl sing
And say she love me so

So I got two tickets
To see them crickets
Put on an Opry show

Pick er' up by six

Hey, it's been awhile.
I finally found some time to stop by.
I really have no excuse for this and I apologize.
With so much going on in my head
I

underground stay above it tho
I know a boy who died I know a boy who tried
I know a boy who's father killed himself before his time
Tryna to meet his son

my life
I been breakin' all the rules to earn my white stripes
And I been teaching both my sons to hold they fists tight
Cause in this world nobody

Hey
It's been awhile
I finally found some time to stop by
I really have no excuse for this and I apologize
With so much going on in my head
I look

yo bitch gettin piped
Doing sumn you aint doin right

I make money it come every night
Dropshipping yo bitch on a flight

I make money in my sleep
I

Red, white, and blue
I wear this flag upon my sleeve because of you
Not much more that you could take
In a truck bed by the lake
So this picture

were gonna be no good
My ears were filled with by the technicolor lie that I misunderstood
Where did my poetry go? Flowers and old jewelry oh
I called

Gotti son
I make the call and my niggas go body sum'n
I could tell she in love wit the drip drip
Man she movin the dick like a stickshift
Man she love

greeted we on vacation this weekend 

(We on vacation this weekend.. we earned it)

Verse 2 (Infinite):

I son rappers like I came outta public housing in

that would fight him
So incited by this Hera sent
A scorpion to find him

From a single sting that son
Of Poseidon did die and
He was made

me you gon ride
No matter where I get to
And now it's my turn and support
You and to get you
I got lucky I got you and two kids
I'm blessed
You a rider

homie
Is you payin' or what? That's my son
He a King and I'm namin' him Tut
This 50 Cal will divide you in two
You die for your hood
Your hood not dyin'

(Hondo)

Verse 1: 
Les ain't apologetic,
Watch me swerve I'm reccless, (skrt)
Dey skeptic by my methods,
Still in kinetic, (gheaa)
moving up to par,

took a Beat-in, fo ten o twelve Sea-sons.
Just for savings and 800 Bea-cons.
Cant stop scorin til my stomach I’m pleased.
Took life by the horns won’t

my whip, whisk, wrist in a pot

They stay listening to my shit, like "damn this nigga hot",
As soon as he drop
I'm riding with a brick in a son.
You

thinking that, too
I don't want to take it easy on you, phase two
Time to find another way through to you
By putting fear in your heart and your mind, cool?

professionals
Kush loud as festivals
100 yall ain't decimals
You wonder where I from
Been on this very young
I'll son you with my tongue
I look like coke and rum

the beats and not cops
In my town the streets and blocks hot
Niggas bein' hypnotic with the
Mouth can get you
Hit with the knuckles like Dr Robotnik
If they