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them hungry
Me tell you, a hungry mob is an angry mob
And the same man weh rich, him gwine turn round and rob
You are possessed by your possessions

I attack
(Like, what?)

Ayo Kay, that's a opp
I shoot him in his back
I'ma slide in your block
I pull up in all black
Fah, pop a opp just like a flat

Can you do me one lil' favor Turn up my music but don't wake my neighbor
I can show you how to get this paper First, you stack it, then double it

I'm so fucking broke
I'm so fucking broke
I can't even stand on my motherfucking money doe
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
Imma go

my bones
Oh you 
Don't know how to keep truce


How can you be what I'm hoping and more
How do I know what I'm hoping for
How can I know if I should

and Lil Capo goin' crazy on the beat
If you wanna hear a fire flow listen to me
I can't predict the future, don't know what I'll be
I pray to God for

Imagine all the things you could do
That’s gangsta
Stick to the code
That’s gangsta
Don’t ever fold
That’s gangsta
And if you know
What’s gangsta then I

't tell what the difference is
You just eat what you kill
I got no feelings to feel
My mind is filled up with filth
I slap a pimp on the mill
And stuff

different flow
Gifted though and man can’t ever call me fake
Got these rap brothers shaking, when I step on the mic
G do it for the culture while you do it

seen can't imagine  
I made a O do acrobatics
I used to flip on dirty mattress 

I ran through five G's in one day
I know these hoes all love me
I bought

'm out at sea now
Livin' too big (ya)
That's what I be on
Sorry I'm ruthless
Fuck is the beat on
Jaris Produced it
(What more can I say, what more can I

what I live by
Ain't given another life, like you ain't given another alibi
We're chained to fear, I guess that's what happens when your skin black
Like

food for thought
Word to the starving, it's one love
No tears but gems up in your bucket
When I pass you by, no lie, I can't deny
The truth when it hits

I'm always on track
I can finally do a track with the King Kyle Lee
Everyone flipped when I did my lil' Low Low
Hustle real hard
Never stop
That's a no

This the type of life that can never relate to you phonies
I might smoke some weed with a LA girl
Or I might rob a nigga with a Brooklyn bitch
We iron

CAN I HOLD YOU FOR A WHILE
Written by:  Rob Moratti /  Ulrick Lönnqvist / Pete Alplenborg

Wake me up before you leave
I wonder where you are
It's

and I know what ya know, bitch you need an improver
You gone do what he say even if ain't provoked, no room for a question or reason

Lets cut

Mr.478
Clique 39
Lil bitch I'm not timid uh
Throw you over bridges
Uh
Murder on live tv
Family watch at home like Simpson's
Uh
Say cheese like a dentist uh

risk, I take my shot the block been hot so you know I can't miss
Oh that's your bitch she coming home she know what time is
Don't ride the wave the staff

what you tryna do
You gotta speak up
The weed so loud my damn speaker blew
Now the drugs got me feeling like
I don't really fuck with you
Plus you tryna

on a fucking grocery shelf

What's that pain I feel climbing from the depths

Flames bent on burning, I can't keep in check

Never try and deny the animal

up my stick when they comin
When they come for me

I want a bitch got do what
India did for Lil Durk
I'mma propose to her too at
One of my concerts

(Intro)
"Yo it's Deeko, I'm busy right now, imma hit you when I can"

(Chorus)
Baby I’m an artist
What you want know I can get it for you
Say what

I tell the truth
My gang tell you bitches they gon do it to
I don't need no swishers to get down with you
You a perfect lil baby what it do
I'm just