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for my fucking fans
I'm just tryna do this for my fucking fans
2 a.m. in the morning
I stay up again
I'm pourin up the liquor
Pop a pill it make me

and blow some trees You rollin' with a G, baby
Welcome to the madness, slept on couches, fuck a mattress
Comin' from the dirt, now I'm surrounded by

no Christian Dior
Damn they don't make'em like this anymore
A nigga got to pop a rubber band to explore
Whatever that it takes for a nigga to see more

feel me
Verse 2
I live by the code, so don’t be questioning me bout no hoes 
Hit it one time she can’t leave me alone, seen this before know how

yeah, yeah)
Straight drop 'til the yola locks (yeah, yeah)

Up in the bando with Donna
That woman is my favorite fiend
Eleven racks on two waps

And lemme tell you again, I don't need a homie
Live my life alone, 'cause lonely is the only
Rather eat by myself than dine with bologna
I'm a B-I-T-C-H,

Ignite

Attila

Chaos

2016

Check, check mic check one, two
It's about that time
This the year we take shit off the internet
And settle it in the streets motherfucker
Jump

Money & Power

Yukmouth

Godzilla

2003

bridnicks with the quickness, that's how we live it
My niggaz get it straight from Guala Mala
Fold over in camouflage helicopters undetected by the stealth

a little wavy
Pop of like we coming off something crazy
Been at it like an addict fanatically can’t phase me
All you wanna act like is something that y’all

the slippin',
I know that greatness is inside of me, I sit and listen,
And still innately know that time'll be my biggest critic, somebody tell me why

Hook

be no fool I know my next step is death dude I gotta make the best move. So keep your distance please not sayin that I'm Hercules I pull it den i pop I

I'll Be Damned

Buckshot

The BDI Thug

1999

damned, I'll be damned

[buckshot]
Fire one, fire two, let the missile drop
Let the doors get loose when the whistle pop
Bark, this is the arc, you could

somewhere someone's into that
So, don't be swindled by self-doubt
Just keep on sending dick pics out

It's an exile in Gayville (faggot!)
From Hell's

Yes Yes

MoStack

Stacko

didn't have it in him after all that talk
Talkin' about he pop up in a four by four
Grass ain't green, let me mow my lawn
Two gyal fightin' and it's all

a pole
At least three from the streets
I know five live by the code
Savages in the fold
Halogens on bright, y'all know slime heavy with the smoke