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hindsight hummin
Sayin, don't forget to get your bright mind right homie
Losin track distractions lead to jack-shit
Casting over satisfaction, never lastin

Fried dough
I'll soon be heaving - Fried dough
That's Rock 'n' Roll - Fried dough
Fried dough
Fried dough
Fried dough
Fried dough

up on the hit up on the Apple
Makin' my way from a play down at Atwells
Trap by myself cause you niggas tattle tale
I got the juice mix it in Ginger

a spot inside my soul

We'd blister in the sun, we couldn't wait for night to come

To hit that sand and play some rock 'n' roll

While we were trying

Couple mixtapes hella tracks and an album
Started with homies now rock by my lonely
Can't fuck with these niggas these rappers act corny
Yeah I ain't

the rocks)
Talking gully, better say where your chest 
Coming for me I can never roll with them
They be always second best, I'm just into sucking breast
2

I drop the Hip-Hop that rock and don't stop
I get props 'cause shit's hot but don't call it pop
Used to pop zits, now I drop hits. To stop this
You

of napkins
Be cool cuz if you act like a fool then
I'll make u forget to wipe that drool off your damn chin
Never could you imagine or fantom me being in

way off - when I hit the booth
Confidence - tend to knock it loose, my mouth - better not get loose
Cuz I'll kick, swing like - ju - jit-su, bob

she let me
If she ready
Then let's get it
Hit her with the moves and I know she won't forget it
Who you kiddin, I'm dog on that mother fuckin' kitten

Middle Finger U

Sauce Money

Middle Finger U

here's a hot-ass item to bring you
Had a car, Roley, and house before my first single
I know how y'all niggas roll, quiet as a tear
My album ain't even

(whoa)
Subs in the trunk how they bumpin’ the Spacefunk
Drink one drunk now I’m feelin’ a rock-punk
Subs in the trunk how they bumpin’ the Spacefunk
Drank

Watching the waves roll off the rocks 
 She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul 
 We'd blister in the sun 
 We couldn't wait for night to come 
 To hit

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm on my 17 shit ayy
True to the gang ima blessin 
All of my niggas some blessings

Dodging and bob all the hate, damn I feel like

I hit a nod
Pharmaceutical wordsmith, even when I'm moving real odd
Raw tip stuck to my finger, like Ann did with Kong
Remix it by the liter,

never rock with school
He just did the bare minimum to get by smooth
He ain't never give a damn if he was popular or cool
In the air BNB we was drunk off

blunt that I roll gotta match it with two
God of the 716 with the views
45 on my hip and 23 on my shoes
Geedy the wheeties and RIP Cetty Bu
I ain't never

Listen up coming straight from Seoul
All eyes on me a sight to behold
These hands are running Crowd Control
It's time to rock and roll
My lips so

R.A.I.D.

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

New Funky Nation

1990

Man
All I know when we get out
We finna roll
Check this one out

Brothers, do we got bass?
(Yes, we got bass)
Too many busters out there

Yeah you could tell I been depressed on this first album
But I had to show the labels I could do this shit without em
Started in the crib just

penny
And I never forget it, swear I'll never forget it
Everybody changed started seeing it then I became distant

Tell me how you feel when your homie

bound with another hit for the euros and lowlows and the

mamcitas at the car show. Now wheres that spot that's hot down to rock

lets roll party never

jumping like Bruce Wayne
Now come here mama
You should never need no damn invite mama
You dazed off the rocks thinking what a life
I came this close just

In the cockpit, I'm the pilot
I guide the missile, this a rocket
Intro the album, this shit is flawless
No physical copies, it’s not at the market