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with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
green
Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
I give a fuck about these mothafuckas
I'm doin' this jam to save my hip-hop brothers
Get your
hoes with BBLs with perky boobs
Seven for that fetty
Eight bands petty
Nine niggas keep that fye on them they be ready
Ten times out of ten I'm bout
and every
Single client is true
I'm out for gettin' it and not forgettin' it
These are differences of different elements
Inside of the booth it's all you
Diamonds glistenin', that ain't shit, I paid a brick for this
Made an M this year and ain't do shit, now that's arithmetic
Made an M and I couldn't even
as a child, I was nothing like the rest
Shot niggas in the chest how I made a name for myself
It the 7, cross me if you're trying to go to heaven
Lead the sheep
the Lord n))r edey provide
Hit him hard and he hit me back
Been up with opps and I'm not even scared
Ska Ska
He made me again that's why I snob all these
Smoker session live resin 24/7
Ya, 27 tryna reach an empty heaven
Tired every fucking second
colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
Grizzillz)
Like niggas don't run this
Uh (oh, shit)
Pray for me, God's got a play for me
Me and them are not standing adjacently (no way)
Thirsty for
kissin' on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us
walkin'
Don't be mad at me because you let yourself go
My gat too big to let my belt show
(But you got a gold belt on?) Hell no
But these chicks think
workin' for G and whoever next to me
And I ain't gon' rest 'til we made a statement
I'm straight up, you watered down
It's time for a replacement
possible
How you
Made this album
The more
Unnecessary details
And the more tangents
That take us
Off the main topic
The better
You win
Bonus points
For
Oui, d'accord, Venez!"
Are these the people that we should bomb
Are we so sure they mean us harm
Is this our pleasure, punishment or crime
Is this
again for something pretend
I try so hard to be someone more than I am
These boots these dreams
The smoke in my lungs are second hand
Second hand
short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell
into mice
You know the line, money ain't everythin'
But it made all my problems
Disappear like a fuckin' mirage
Treatin' champagne by the boat
Burnin'
blasphemous
Half of this already paid for in ass & tits
So after this I have to split
Otherwise I might leave yo ass a manikin
Sky walkin' and your name ain't
it
And I never answer calls unless they talkin' seven digits
So, I'm the truth you aint neva gotta question
Thank the lord for my blessings
Never came
divide
Providing my blessings to use, for the world
R.I.P. Juice
For every legend under twenty-seven, I'm forever flexing 'til I'm seventy-two
I feel
by them killers, dressed in black, like my status presi
1, 2, 3, 4, haters knockin' at my door, but I can't let them in
5, 6, 7, 8, get them haters
justice expiration
These fruitful trees are rooted in bloody soil and torment
Things haven't really changed, or they're dormant for the moment
Marks
Complete role reversal, so it's useless these days
TV got real, music went fake...
Please help her for God's sake
When I proposed to the Game, I figured
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