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I can't leave without my 40,40,40,40,40,40,40 aye 
I can't even leave them racks aye true or not these bi''hs f''kin aye,
Codeine f''king

kinda f--king doubt it, not much I can do now
Was it worth it all?
The time and money invested for my inevitable fall?
I cannot blame my college or my

Clout chasing mad wack. It be for the f**king doves

Son of Scales, hot like Hell, please don't test me nah
Son of Scales, hot like Hell, please don't

talking about bodies, that means I'm f**king your bitch
Couple Mo' is how I get lit
Couple Mo' is how I get lit
I used to be bad as sh*t
Keep that sh*t lit

want that money
Swear that I just want them Bens
Mixing the juice with the Jin
Step on yo block with the steel toe
F**king yo hoe with these flipflops

a clone
Thats why I'm so alone
You can never know me
(Yeah) or the demons I see
She dont wanna take it slow
Cause i got it one my own
Like f$$king rolling

the beat
That boy my f**king slime
JP3 and Kiyarts the greatest duo of all time
I used to ball up on the court
I'm selling packs full time
(Aye, aye)

change it
It's time to face it
You won't stop 'til you have my f*king head
Pull me in, pull me in
Slither under my skin
Snake eyes
Hypnotize me
Right

calling the huddle
He tell me it’s time to go long
Gas in my lungs
D**k in her back
Lone wolf n***a
I am the whole pack
F**king this b***h
And she can’t

and sausage sandwich 
Fresh off the scale with the bells whats happenin'
All the mid gone i done f**king sold it all
Call me flip phone Jones got a number you

These Lil H#%s
F#%king Dont Make Em Play You Dumb
If They Tryna Block Ya Way Go Head And Make One
If They Mention Tru Or Cody They Sippin Red Rum
Tryna

the store, I got way too pricey
Drip too hard, don't come too close
You might f**king drown off this wave
Back in the bando, it's polar mode

Cause she gon'

and throwed on the tilt, ‘bout a gram more
Hanging on the dance floor, like a grand boy

With a grand lawyer, Im'a f**king Lord
Split the hard on the scale

the waves? 

Oh god I wish that you could f**king see 
All the monsters in the sea... 
If you would just open those eyes 
Then I know you could clearly see...

Shore, shore, shore, shore
SHORE S**T
Til the f**king shore split
Man
Bout time
Matter fact I ain't gon waste no more time
Let's get it

B**CH
You

grows through my
Mind's eye and my
Mind's throat, and every
Turtle chakra down the line
Thereafter, forever after and beyond
To infinity and back,

the flow up
Fuck it on some drill shit
Talk about trapping
And rapping
And f**king hoes
All my ny niggas
Know how that shit go

I'm from NY baby
Yeah We call

Too much talk weh dey come with lies
Beat my chest then I say na lie
This ones them no fit ruin my life oo

Been so underrated for so f**king long
But

ballin' like D. Rose
Ion need your fake ass Dior 
B*tch you bugging out like a f**king peon
If I pull up with rat-ta-tat you gon' 
Take flight like infinity

And you fail yet again and again
Is this when you start killing children?
You speak of God
Jesus F**king Christ!
Kneeling deep in your own s**t
You're

omo
Music's f**king expensive
and I'm already having lots of expenses
Still I don't plan on working 9 to 5
But hunger don dey show for eye
And if you

blinked
We were forever
Even then all the stains
On your mothers sheets

Go to bed
Tomorrow may never come 

Go to bed

F**king B**ch that cut me off
Hit my

playing boards with you metal boys
We gotta make some f-king money for the better parade
You may've mayfair
You played fair but I have found the stairs

acting square
When the goons come around the squad ain't never there
Throwing hands all around like you don't f**king care
Playing duck duck goose when