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type that bottom bitch forever love that bottom bitch growing up I can’t forget staying down til I get rich

leave my yard
I'll have my Beats by Dre's on, just in case
Man wanna converse, dead crep
SK Airs anytime that I step
I'm on my Jones, ain't got no

to the talking she get to the walking she feeling like tom
(Talking she feeling like)
Ay lil witty (Huh)
Let's make us an EP
And she see me
I know that she

If we split it we should kill it,

I'm talking three cans by the minute

Don’t get timid start to fidget

What we start we gotta finish, on your

Darkness

moe.

Sticks and Stones

2008

on our own
On our own, on our own, on our own

If the game is lost then we're all the same
No one left to place or take the blame
We will leave this

would erase,
Hoping and praying for better days, there's gotta be a better way,
Lord I need change, 
How am I gonna get this rent paid?
Now a ni**a stays

Aye turn me up one
Looking in my closet for my fashion nova dress
Trying to look the best baddest bitch fuck the rest
Fuck the rest got on my Tom

a freak
Come and eat
What you mean Beaz aint really beast
He a pit
He dog
I get geeked
I'm so high
It aint no way I could fall
You was sitting on the bench

on the glock quicker
Can't even trust some ma own niggas Yea
I'm just trynna keep shit sane
Ain't no way i"ll stay the same
I gotta get to the guap quicker
For

This my life no flex
Trip 6 zip i rep
Script like dope like Xan
Sex maestro in bed
I get bitches sitting on the bus 
Blowing money til im henny drunk

I'm
Just tryna' get by i smoke til I'm sober
Know I'm a soldier dealt with my shit
I never moaned to an older
Still looking over my shoulder
From

Krackas, killas, kidnappas
KKK tryes to blame it on the rappers
They dont count the ones
That bounce to the 40 ounce
Or the runts dat get stunted
By

Every night
Thoughts go racing by me that I'm lacking satisfaction oh and
I could lie
Say I try to fight it, but I've got no false reactions left

Whaaaa can you put on thirty clip by Kahleel?
I'm bout to tell you right now bitch you ain't never heard thirty clip?
I'ma show you thirty clip
I

I'm smashing
Tom brady how I'm passing
I can't call it, I can't ask it
Daddy fucked momma wasn't married so imma bastard
Momma lost poppa, poppa died

or get clap at
I don't have no remorse and melody can't help that
See how you push me to grudge match
In Army fatigue like this is what I'm good at
Once I

Hit the blunt
While I vacate
On the gas
No speedway
I'll be home by dinner bae
No I'm not Chingy OK
But I'm one phone call away
I just got done with

Is It Real (My Mind Still Playin' Tricks on Me)

Willie D

Play Witcha Mama

the same old shit
My mind is still playing tricks
Cause today when I left my residence
I heard we had a new black president
And he wasn't no Uncle Tom
Rudy

the booth
I'm drinking Him and juice like it's goose, yeah
Take that collar off your neck and get loose
In Him we live and move
Just think Tom Cruise
What's

That boy Tom and Jerry how the hell he pussy and he rat
Man there nothing scary with my brothers right behind my back
Put it on my soul I bet my last

If you two-wheelin', tryna chill, get a kickstand
Everybody gettin' money had a game plan
Every truth seeker dropped by a hit man
Everybody

Standing in the way of noone 
get by   smile on your face
ready to be one for all
be shure   there's your belief
they will fill your empty inside
Roll up

action
They talk for they satisfaction
I can't be alone by accident
Guess I need my space to do this magic
Gorgeous demons holdin' my heart captive
My mind

by tomorrow night, you were the first on the scene
Those tourists watched us get way too far
You spilt all the ink in the backseat of my car
I hope you