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(What up, Foster?)
Ayy

Sometimes, I get by myself and get to overthinkin' shit
Like where my bitch be at whenever we ain't kickin' it?
When

even lost my main
Wouldn't nobody helping, moma struggled with some thangs
Now I'm scratching my head cause it's time to make a change
Hopping job to job

Rob me a nigga like every Friday
And I'm with Smoke and he bang the Brim way
And I'm with Bloody Dior, he bangin' 9 Trey
Chopper hit him, bullet

waitin' for this lil' package
Nigga, this ain't no zaza
That's a motherfuckin' catfish
Cashin', leanin'
You behind just like an adlib
Trayle, let's go rob

a bitch, that’s clearly miserable, aye
So worried about a nigga, uhh
Tighten up lil bitch
You’ll, never, ever, find a vibe like this, uhh
You can forget

I pull up with two glocks, kick yo door, we don't knock
Got that sweeper, don't get mopped
Where yo stash, what you got
You lil hoe gave the drop

still be thuggin lil nigga
I can't not put down the Glock 
All of my niggas is on it (On it)
All of my niggas is hungry (hungry)
Fuck is you talkin about

Hold up lil bitch
I need my chips
They say why you working
Cause i aint rich

Tell by my walk im the shit
My raps tight just like a gift
Niggas is

gunfire 
Ain’t no witnesses because everybody dien
And ain’t nobody riding for me so I stay by it 
And all this pillow talk got lil nigguhs riding, knock

niggas
Cause I can make y'all my lil fans and I ain't lacking for you niggas
I be going to the hood and I just chill right by the store
Aye crack feins

he feeling himself
Needa put that lil boy on a shelf
Talking all that shit through someone else
Nigga tripping go play with yourself
Oh by the way that

bitch say
She like my lil song o yeah
She like my lil dance oh yea
She becoming a fan o yea
Make ha pay only fans
Niggas sit back we just scheming

Stackin' i'm the king of my city
I'm the king of Saint Louis
Showing ya'll the difference from
All ya'll other lil niggas out there
Yeah
We need all

they be dwelling in
Had to get they money from the banks that they rob again

But I made all my racks just by buying slaves and selling them
My grandma

a nine on me
Right by the side of me
My niggas ride for me
These bitches lie to me
Are you gone slide or no
Do my lil time or no
Tell me it's real
Tell me

a fuckin' rocket
Jimmy Neutron, ray gun poppin'
Nail the witch out by the lake
I bet she'll give me sloppy toppy
Gotta head to the side like a deer
Bitch

on the wall yea he spilled him
Put my bitch on him yea we finna rob his ass
Put my bitch on him yea we finna rob his ass
Put the code in nigga we taking your

didn't let em have it
They said lil ni**a what you got on your pocket 
I said you better kill me first before you take advantage
1 Jit by my side, 1 jit in

The Soundtrack (1992)

Game

1992

2016

Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack

I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well let's get to subtractin'

and you can lay low
And stay up all mo'
Before the girl had a chance to respond
Got rudely interupted  by a female named Yvonne
Yvonne was a lil freak  I

at!
And only spit the fucking real!
To dose that wanna hear that
Flower got me fill, like momas meal
5 a day, Q on Friday 
Wassa deal?
YO WASSA DEAL!

personal
Cut through yo abdominal tissue this shit get surgical
Have it where yo moma tell people she never heard of you
I'ma take this lil bitty dream

how to weigh it up and sack it up
Hoe u got to work the sack
Moma like son boy you need to slow down Ok fuck it Ima pure some syrup to that
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