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it in, grindin' to the ten, I been through it
Sticks in your hand, shoot on demand, I'll zip your man, find you a new one

Hold up, no way at all

You can fool the rest of the world, long as New York know
Uh

We some underground kings, feel like Pimp C
Met bun, said "Pocket Full of Stones"

Help Me Baby)
Can You Help Me?
Special
(All Around The World)
By That I Mean That You Gon Hold Me Down
(From La To Va)
Special
(Memphis Tennessee Whats

copying yeah
All I could ever be is one hundred percent of me
Watch me get enough for 20 me they get to crawling like a centipede
So much poison in the mix

on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score

debatable
I just feel like I'm on new frequency
They be calling my confidence arrogance
All the people that did me so dirty
They scarred up my heart
I should

a misfit
And sometimes I get lit
Nothing new why would I quit
Friends say I'm on some shit
Probably but I guess I'll continue so bring the chorus in

When

the sprite mix it slowly
Turn it over like an hour glass
Do that a couple times to make the hours pass
You can catch me out side where the owls at
Keep it all

I done worked my way up all the way from zero
Just popped a perc and I feel like a hero
She just swallowed my kids, it done turned to a burial
Mix my

left Girl they all there
Women these days so extra
Women these days so extra
And so here we go again trying to do it by our lonesome
I got a lot of shit

I just want to live my life
I just want to vibe
I just want to feel so alive
Roll around in a nice ride with nothing but loyalty all by my side
I

gain
Along with the death of my room to complain
Little by little I flexed what I built
But not all my sonic was covered in silk I was

Far from perfect,

the brilliant idea one day
To take all the greatest bluegrass song titles in the world
And string 'em together to make this song right here
'The Bluegrass Widow'

(Kameha)
The Sorcerer is in all of us

Break cage and chaos
New world order
Pop a vein off
They morbid
It ain’t no days off
'Till we go Kamehameha

with the Migos
I'm gucci born the same day as Tunechi
I just be chasing the paper boy
Just like I'm paper boy
You be so childish I mob like Gambino
All

look like Money Mitch tryna whip a Carrera
Killin' all these niggas in this era, now witness the terror
Shit a vendetta, I got business to do
Been in

like I'm supposed to do
New crib tell a hoe come through
Gotta stay fly new day new shoes
All on my grind I can not lose
Get money Get money it's all my

third flight and it's only been four days, man, life skirts by
Fuck bein' heard, I'd rather work and just serve time 
Instead of gettin' some feelings

dine
Nothing less than the best Chilean sea bass
If you want it make it happen, it all comes in due time
I got paper in my pocket but it's really on my

four legged goats
The ancestors they just smiled at me
I got the message that they had aimed at me
My destiny is to enlighten all
Whether It be by music

getting harder every day keeping it all contained

Like a broken record getting scratched by a needle
And I don't fuck with many others got no time for no

by daX,
Gonna take my dreams and write them down in a pad,
Every single day imma gonna write on a track,
And turn these dreams in reality fast. Yuh
My

literally got a dumb ass
Talkin' cray, and we all know that you dumb as
You get Donkey of the Day, yeah, you dumb ass
Let's be honest, you stole that line

di-di-di day
Cos then we'll have to look for
You and beat you all up
So when you see me in the
Street just keep your mouth shut
Nuttin' new, nuttin' new
Dem