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Liverpool
They've all heard of swag but I'm the living proof
I stand so tall 24/7 if I stand up straight my head might tear the flipping roof
And you know

and that ass gotta grab it
Try steal my swag
They try steal my flow
Niggahs we got to go oh
How do I handle my business
Cutthroat
See the gang why you

M. Bison

Flatbush Zombies

Vacation in Hell

2018

and he stunting, it ain't nothing, yeah

I'm so froze, every day feel like February
Zombie Gang, we the best, I'm feeling legendary
I just switch up my

dollars into debt
Lost my job n my respect
Guess you could say this years been pretty rocky
N Still I got my project dropping
Half n half
Empty hearted but

this
Maybe you'll hate it
Maybe you bumping
I have been patient
Always been waiting
Tired of pacing
I'm thinking it helps
That I'm out on my own
Maybe

that will be the same place you lay at
We been sipping drank by the pint since way back
We been candy paint on them 4s since they made that
Hop up in my

still fly
Toyer you should buy a plane ticket to get by
The flows are many though the punches are Pacquiao
This is for my real ones just began here we go

me speaking in Druid
Emotion is energy moved project it through all my expressions
My mind is an infinite weapon for rilla just look at the lengths you

my calls
Hustle hard, I got cuts in my cloths
Broken man, but nobody else knows
My pimp swag is too friendly with hoes
Flashy things, puts hate my bros

popping pills
Pocket money hunit seals out in the field 
Whippin wheel, popping checks pop your girl you comin next 
My girl got these hoes by the neck
Me

photo
My biggest fear is FOMO
And feeling in life I’m solo
Like no one is around to pick me up when I get so low
They knew I had the swag but still was

Right
Right, uh
You fuck niggas suck
You got some swag, but why the fuck you rapping?
Steady penny pinching, nigga why you capping?
'Bout the way you

guess who gon’ sell us the meds
If I do the dirt by myself, somebody better be expecting an incredible mess
Poverty in the project is a product of that

ass back up

What it do Floss Dog
I'm a city boy n***a 
You can check my account got about 6 figures
When I pull up broke n****s on that hate shit

Mamba mentality, I’m built like him, believe it
I hate when niggas say my shit sound old school
Because I can rap & my beats are soulful
When they say

Got a lot of potential but canít acuate
From learnt from lessons I canít count because Iím filled with hate

Of the cruel blow fate dealt my with

a metamorphosis of endorphins
By way of expression
Like recessions a blessin
The reason it happens
is treason to logic
Eyes peeled to the project
Survival is profit

with Dhall Pat 
Suns blazing so I throw on my hater blockers 
Now the biddies can't tell when I'm staring at their knockers 
So don't huff don't sigh

Who Put It Together

Turk

Raw and Uncut

2003

Chorus 4x ]

[ Turk ]
Uh-huh, that's how it's going down, nigga, from my town, to yo' town
Get yo motherfuckin' paper nigga by all means. If you gotta
Murk

Like I got paid by Pat riley
Real hood baby want Trina to fuck Kylie
I'm wildin'n out of town and mean business in my set
Put the hustler in and hustla

All of that government funding is nothing my nigga, so I need my money in palms
I didn't sign up for this
I was just born in the projects my nigga,

gun kinda fatal you better grateful
I just love eating fries cause we bust your Potato
Your legs on the steps but you head by your naval
I told you my

hate her gender
but love women, so much that i need more than just one contender
vying for me, try to kill each other, only prize, my attention

greedy

to the streets
I’m out here ducking indictments
Yeah
Ducking indictments I done went up on my price
We fucking and fighting
This project hoe fucaked up my life
You