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bands for every scar I got, yeah, aye

I'm feeling gray until I'm all by myself, yeah
In my room, making beats and droppin' verses
Rinse repeat until I

Bad film reel, had to get out the shot or get sealed in the Bronx
Had my stomach in a knot
Were we gonna make it or not?
Raised by my mom and my aunts

Better get home nigga
The streets lights on
Better get home nigga
The streets lights on
Nigga you trippin is you blind
You see the street lights

Ay my niggas got bands,my niggas got sticks 
Come get your hoe she turned into a trick

10 am, my niggas up hitting licks
Grindin' all summer, yea

Yes, 32 the album out right now
Love for the love fire in the Booth

Wrote this in the country
I was staring at horses
It's kinda nice to be still

the jakes
Shawty love it when I buss on her face
Niggas hating how We winning the race
When I walk in these niggas be mad these bitches be sad it look like

Nomi on a beat yeah we so fast
Counted up all these bands and you know that
She been spending on my money and I ain’t never know
And she love me baby

It's so sad so sad what we had we had
It's so sad so sad what we had we had
Lord forgive me, because lately i been moving crazy
And I been moving

spit it, you love it
I just left from Newark
Got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my nigga
This black mack take out my dick
Take a piss

feel bad
When other kids would taunt and tease it made susie feel sad
Laughing demons in her ear
Susie walked to school with fear
Step by step it became

the streets classy
In the sheets nasty
Love it when lil shawty shake them ass cheeks
Throw ya hands up if you a bad bih
Run them bands you livin' lavish
In

the streets classy, in the sheets nasty aye
Love it when lil shawty shake them ass cheeks aye
Throw ya hands up if you a bad bih, aye
Run them bands up you

IB On The Bet

I came from nothing now to something
Me and my brother rocking Versace
60 bands nigga we popping
Full counter nigga they bouncing
Weed

As soon as I get it, imma stack it and spend it
Like joel osteen stuff the bands by the kennel
Soon as I cop me a demon
Drive that bitch off

Lobo
Loki
Thirdeye
Sad boy
You heard
Lobo
(This go hard)
Bad bitch from Mexico (Hot)
She party and she love to smoke (Word)
We fuck and then we want

love with the sinner's life
Gave no fuck
He was a brother and a father who was prayed for
But the streets made a home before his daddy did
The sad story

She'll Drive the Big Car

David Bowie

Reality

2003

By the dawns early light
Loves lies like a dead cloud
On a shabby, yellow lawn
Up on riverside

She'll drive the big car
He'll sit behind
She'll

see the jakes outside
Now I'm flushin' the work down the toilet
Mad, mad, Richard Mille
A crib by the port and it's imported 
Sad, sad, if you knew

butted, but I sold shake

No, you not my homie, I can't call you bro I was fucking on your bitch about a day ago
She out there in smoke, love to smoke with

packing uh
They catch him, turn him to ashes uh

I hit the stu, it was me and 30K
Came from a way where we stay by the trees
No we aint saying we putting

Irish
That isn't your fault

Raise up our voices like dogs in a pack
Thankful for honest man, we never lack
We got them by twenties, we got them by ones

lifestyle
Night walks on the beach sand
Without a glance, watching the street bands
We rich, no working from 9 to 5
We are blessed that we are still alive
I'm

on her back
I fuck her, you can love her
She just gave me her number
I'm fly, so I'm a buzz her
That's word to my mother
Ain't no patting' us, we the band

my shoes. Dead the Jimmy Choo's
Timmy Chan sold a couple grams
He think he the man
Dirty Dan got to see the judge
Even Bobby Bands
The mild and Meek