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for a month or two Ive been making hits straight 
like mike Tyson boy I aint never felt this great 
rolled up some candied orange 
and la kush cake

feet
Switching V's, $50 G's is chicken feed
We in a different league, I cop my ice from Tiffany's
Drive-by's in the Lotus, the 6-speed
The 5th will bend

nigga think he on my level he get tore apart
Cuties, HPs, nigga whole thangs
I got 50 million stories in dis dope game
Ex pills nigga defense, nigga

moving shifty
No fifty ass nigga round me
Smoke till I'm right by him ask the lord ta guid em but the devil say he got him
Demons I got em
I lost her

We run this shit
Mi no sabe, mi no sabe
Mi no sabe, mi no sabe
Mi no sabe, mi no sabe
Mi no sabe, mi no sabe
It's Great John beats, baby
Great

progression
You niggas ain't got a vote like the old elections
If you a gold digging bitch I don't expose the Lexus
I give your ass 3.50 and a cold breakfast
My

as I see it, umpire
We major league never minor in nothing
All my dimes pulling up by the dozen
All day my phone stay buzzin'
Jordan need all these

(T-Rob)

This is not lil baby, my name T
My first name Official, 
But my imperfections what make me the best that I can be
Losses I've been taken,

there by whip, I'm cruising all into the island
Use ya heart as a sacrifice, this is the jungle and I am a Mayan
All of this drip I am buyin, how am I

alexander tha great
if i put you on a string i could use you as bait
im as tight as my girls ass
ill smoke you like harry finger grass
get outta my way cuz

Ima smoke it up right now
That funny shit no mn can't allow
I light it and I chief out aloud
I light it up and I'm surrounded by clouds
I light it up

swell, heavy from the ennas on the Compton
Got zips up in my pocket big smoke, no option
Ms. Jenkins' son gone cuz that n**** was oppin'
I got blows by

what that's all about
The fog is rolling in it dances on the beams
I'm pushing eighty only seeing fifty feet in front of me
My demons pass me by I wave

name says she want d 
And I stay all by myself 
Cuz I'm lonely like I'm twelve
I got all the smoke on me 
I got hundred bitches on me 
Dogging all

on the steps of her people's home
Al Shams Capone
Only bout 5 percent remain gangster
No gun
Bet he got a taser or a razor
Yeah this man flava
Besides high grass

way to bigger things
Inspire me to get a little, woke up and had to read to get official
This shit for you and me is beneficial
Cause we can air it out,

of this cheese
Like we in Philly
Millions of game
Wallo and Gilly
Follow my my lead
Smoke on the flower
Hit on a lily
Poppin' her pussy
And poppin'

change the picture up
My lil bitch to bad titties perfect she might need a bigger but
The way I'm bout to slam her she don't know what the fuck up in this

Woah like it's dex in '18
I put 50 thousand in Japan
Kick 'em home like they was getting banned
Riot rage like 45 was tan
They was ducking smoke, I never

code no we follow what we need
Do what we please but still appease (wish you got it)
No rules but still rule by any means (wish you got it)
This a song

i been living that
All my verses come from the heart, i brung that feeling back
I was really in the trap moving 50 packs, tryna stuff bricks in my

(Ooooohhhhhhhhhh)
Shit done changed it was never gon stay the same
Brand new wheels on it push to start then I'm whipping the range
5.0 V8 engine

the *slurp slurp* she top me off

People don’t stay the same nigga I know 
My brain is a loaded gun grab a rifle 
Murdered by a knee nigga fuck 5-0
This a tale

it, I plan to stay ‘til this program abolishes
Sobriety coins in the piggy bank, but I want all the smoke just like fifty sang
So I lose em all, I’m