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The lights up ahead
And the traffic behind
Was it something you said
As I missed a sign

We were so lost
'Til we called a friend
We watched

did it by yourself Like you ain't never asked your squad for help
Yeah I got a p on me I ain't talking to a Prada Belt
Money don't make you the champion

all god damn jammed up
They wanna see us all fuckin' dead

I used to wear a fuckin' red
Yeah, I used to wear a fuckin' blue
I don't give a fuck what's

team and you know they by my side
Best thang bout my team is we got our own grind
Papa taught me well I got my own mind
Believe in ya self and they cant

whiskey, weed, and white lightning
I find it quite delightin'
To stay up late and raise a little Hell

And maybe someday I'll quit drinking fire water
Maybe

She lookin at me like
Imma change her life
But i aint finna call her
Don't stop at no street lights
Gotta call for the blues
I'll be back by the morning

we was cracking the trays run up on the opp
We would laugh in his face right before we put the Glock to the back of his fade
This shit don't change

fuck me up
You keep throwing low blows
We'll go knuck n' knuck
Cuz one thing a nigga ain't a chicken, you a rubber duck
2 dudes in blue suites asked me

to steam
keep winding, tearing through the limestone
further, further downstream

we were winding some blue country road in the south appalachia
you were

to steam
keep winding, tearing through the limestone
further, further downstream

we were winding some blue country road in the south appalachia
you were

pockets, Imma get that to the moon
White matte doors, sweep up floors
I ain't 6ft, I got a 6 meal course
Bitch of course, you can't find me there
Lily got so

Black Leg, looking for the All Blue
And you probably would too
If you knew what I knew
Only few people I can call crew
Don't worry about who
Just

cheese I'm gettin' bread in a basic white tee
Subbed to a bad bitch on youtube talkin' bout she tryin' to fight me

This hoe should go by Mike Tyson

Yeah she got it
She a Southside Goddess
And she knows this
She know, she know, she know know
She got her hair up, white tee
Blue denim, with her

This one’s for the natives Indigenous Xmas

Well Columbus sailed him the ocean blue, 
Way back when in seventeen hundred ninety two, 
Am i confused was

Yeah, (yeah), I was countin' blues, bitches think they got the clues
I was on three drugs, I was tryin' to read the room
I'ma be the same nigga till

ambrosia
Green bills turned to blue faces, it's a cold front
Fuck
Call me that north face NIGGA
Got my heart wrapped up
My second act no pump
Involving math

by big leaps coz I'm John Carter from barzoom 
Hitting these white rappers with bars making them turn dark blue
Niggas dropping looney tunes 
Yeah
I

flawless lessons
Blue print for all your questions
Christ purer than water in destin
Florida
Before you meet
God the judge
I suggest you get yo life in order

that person
Ain't never been fucked
So I'm not that virgin
Version
Nigga this is too fly
Sense all evil with a blue eye
Who I
Like who am I
I am Nay
You

ghost
Duffel bag full of blues
Money on heads
Get burnt like toast nigga

I don’t wanna get in that mood today
White chalk body
I don’t wanna make any

the bread I'm gone
I'm staying by my lone
Wrist in the pot off za on a stroll
Always catch em under bridges they trolls
Fiend wanted a ball half off and some

At the altar of desire
Gonna finally work my plan
And embrace whatever comes with this adventure
May I meet you Lady Lisa where blue oceans meet white sands
I’ve

weakness
Or, darling, you're damned
Caught in the arms
Of the vampire man

I was fine 'till you called me up
By the sound of your voice
I was back in the tub