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De'Brea Cavaiani

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Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye, Aye
I need the weed
And I need it loud
I need the money
And I need it now
I know a few nigga who f*ck wit my style
But no
None of you niggas could f*ck wit me now
I been doin this since I was a child
You can't keep the pace
I been rackin up miles
I make that shit that be hypin the crowd
My momma go crazy
I know that she proud
Know a few niggas who want me to fail
Infinite pennies for they wishin wells
Infinite enemies
Wishin em well
Infinite gang
And we givin em hell
You rollin wit me then we blazin the trail
You ain't one of my niggas
Then kiss on my tail
I been chasin up fickets
You drop and it's crickets
My stock need the digits like ringin a cell
Well
I hit the block and I tote the ism
Ugh
You can't bend my corners cause you a prism
Ugh
Fake nigga all in yo recidivism
Free all of my niggas locked in prison
Swear they palms is itchin
What's worse
The crash or the fall
All of my brothers
Well they wanna ball
But how
We livin inside of a system
Who's only way to see us is embalmed
They aimin they arms
And gunnin ya down
If ya skin is tinted
Or speak wit a drawl
Playin the victim
Then pay em tomorrow
Last good cop was officer Carl
We need change
Cause corruption is dollar-made
They gripping and uppin thangs
Cause yo sufferin might mean a gain
Hold up
Let me explain
Cause you sufferin
Might mean again
They grippin and uppin thangs
Cause corruption is dollars made
Woah
You lame bro
I can't stick with the same flow
I go Dame with the ankles
Step back Steph with the range tho
I get blunted and rip through page
I ain't stunting
I'm kickin game
By the end you'll remember name
Cavaiani the king bro
Swear my vision like premonition
See it and then I get it
Need be
Then I get to flippin
Give a f*ck bout yo paper trippin
While I'm ridin
I keep the clip in
Squeeze if I feel you itchin
I cook when I see the kitchen
I sneeze
Then you know it's sick'nin
Half past 5
I show 9
Just to tell the time wit yo Nixon
Bitch I came from the bottom
If I gotta
This where I'll kick it
You persona non grata
Round my patnas
So get to skippin
Musta been off the Caine
Think you Able to touch my section
All sides covered
Bei Fong if I gotta step in
I'm avatar with the flow
Ink to page is what I be bendin
Sokka pussy in his face
If he try me
I get to glitchin
But the goal balance and peace
So quit ya whinin and bitchin nigga
They love it when you loathe another nigga
So less he test you
Try stretch you
Love ya brotha nigga
Imagine the block clean
No one locked
And we gettin money nigga
It's a long shot
But I know that you've reached for longer nigga
Touch earth
Meditate wit a blunt worth
Link gang when I touch turf
I pop bottles
You pop percs
We not the same nigga
You don't wanna put in the work
I'll easily set ablaze
Like I'm sawdust and you dirt
I been serchin for what it's worth
Hope you finally feel it hurt
I got brothers from different mothers
They know
It's family first
Lucciauno the code
Think you fire you feel it burn
Niggas turn into bitches
Then snitches
F*ck yo returns nigga

Niggas think they can speak on my name
And the names of my brothers without repercussion
They forgot that I get to speak on it too
Except when I speak
It ain't exaggeration
It's congratulations
Can't wax sumn that ain't real
That's how I feel
G shit
On L

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