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eating, for real we sharing the same chips
Boy I'm with all of the smoke, Ian just running my lips
New jays when I walk, I'm in the field, I won't slip
You

can tell you need a vacay by the way you move, aye
Poured up some goose, but she say she want some Titos
Kicked it with us once, now she wanna go where

adding up
What I do for work
I tell em money stuff
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Thinking to myself 
I should go legit 
But the focus is 
That I'm broke

and stones may break my bones, but money tells em "Go ahead and hate"
But I wanna do it right, not by selling ice, just so I can try to get paid
That's how you

I can smell the hunger on yo breath nigga
Shit ain’t going right and now it’s got you looking left nigga
See em at the light, them creepers gone take

nothing to lose
I ain't got nothing to l lose
Look at the enemy he splitting in two
Look at 'em chains yea boy we breaking them loose
Unexpected we the ones

Yeah
Man I done put in so much time with this music man
So much money spent, so much effort
It's gotta work, I have no choice
Somethings gotta give

figure nucca
On annual, nuccas can't handle you /
Body niccas like I run their funerals/
Hot boy alert, got 'em sweating like they popped a perk/ 
Probably

Buddha sit by my side

Put the work in practicin' and learnin'
Only truth when I spit
Write a fucking sermon
Even shoot all my flicks
Cut it like a surgeon

Reflection on beat, so now it's time to begin (echo)

Mystery like Hardy Boys, you all devoid of history
Believe that I'm wit all da noise, I orchestrate

daylight
But I can bust em even harder when I bust at night 
So when they ask who is the best baby tell em the deal 
Its got to be your Unka Tony for real

ain’t new to me...
Seen 'em come & go...
I want the bread...
Yeah that buttered toast...
I just tell ‘em no way...
Like my name was O’Shea...
All I’m

(Talk to em)
This purple durag gimme the krillen
Sleek laid down
I get a chance know ima slip in
Boy small body like Piccolo
He don't fit in then get you

the wave yeah the ship
Tell 'em hop on the boat while I'm on it
Cuz I'm bout to take off like a trip
They say that I'm born with it, maybe it's Maybelline
I

it any day (any day)
But I was rushing so I told her give me number Andale
But I got to keep it real lowkey (tell 'em why)
Cause to be honest I belong

the their city
I'm a king in mine
Put in work with the unit
Had em touching the sky
Never let a cross or a bitch
Get a piece of the pie
Turned nothing

My first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Well, by myself at least
And anyone who disagree can go

Ain't fuck with em I ain't on no new shit
Only chose the real to keep up in the movement
Only keep the real bitches by my side too
Might cut a bitch off

addict, that wouldn’t be tragic?
And you would ride, right by my side, while I justify and work thru the madness? And I could do everything I can to listen

give a fuck
The only time I work out is when I lift the H
Have my bullets come in sets, 2, 4, 6, and 8s
10, 12, 14s, 16 in the clip
Empty it out and send

without my best friends
But that's the past tense, the boy has grown up
Now they wanna show up, they tryna get a close up
But I tell em hold up, like nigga

cheese boy
Be no thief don't break the law
This here ain't no diss track
I just wanna confess
Tell it how i feel about it
I ain't no f**n racist im'out

I

people that hated
Swear that shit be too bizarre
Hate been coming in
It ain't nothing new
Heard em talk behind my back
I just smile an wave
Go about my day

demons get depressed 
When he look he in the mirror cause he know he don't see a man

I swear I been locking it in
I put the city on lock, city boy with