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Young Harmony so don't fall for me 
Did you really think a nigga going harder than me
I'ma flex in the drop top
Bottle rocket 
A nigga off the pop rocks

mind control

[VERSE] :
I'm makin' millions by creatin' a hit list and being a kamikaze when enterin' the ring 
By crashin' the buildin' like a boss

snakes
Get the icing on the top
You need be baking your cakes

'Cause I'm like J Cross with the shake
All the shit that I take
Wanna take my Dad

They're inciting the riots
Cause words are weapons to brandish
Apparently, by the pool where your parents be
Drowning your problems in a bottle
No growth

directly 
A tide by the moon, it's just knotted up against me
A nexus of a magic uproots all just to bless me 
Candle flames to test me, Handcuffs to arrest

dropping tears now , shit real now , got haters in my rear 


And I’m going thru things ,ima get it by any means , and I️ don’t fuck with niggas , don’t give

by you get robbed in the hood 

There's a mob in the hood 

There's a cloud full of lighting and a fog in the hood 

Doing what I could they don't jog

coming threw bricks
He don't won't no static that nigga a bitch
Gotta watch for the cross ain't going like Mitch
Get put in that room and I bet he gone

or the Pacific Hills Highway
You know what I mean ? I got my shades on you know
"Don't forget the 321" there it is the 321
We need to go ahead and we need to go

back, yuh
Really that's a ways back, yuh
'Fore I found a bottle then ask "where my day at?"
Back when I could lay back, ugh
relax with a shawty, worry

Riding Ozzy's train, cop a gold chain
Bottles to drain, cook up your brain
It ain't enough like the recipe done changed
Wash the pain away, no Clorox

know we stay off of them highways, can't get popped up
Thug got a dirty pistol, put this bitch in sport and we gon' fly away
Just need some love so I can

lane
And I ain't slowing down

Who gassed you niggas up we don't do no talking we just b lick it up
Shoot outs on the highway every time we bust
Hanging

burst
Triple cross a nigga right by the church
Heard he went broke, he had fumbled the sack
I run through the money, get it right back
I ain't police, I

dick's at attention, amazed by the tingle
Thinkin about the ho, so I gave one a jingle...THEN
Threw a fuckin brew down my neck
St., crooked letter, D-E

cross make awesome moves
The 9 could Tony Park your dude
Then I Colonel Mustard x the clues
Stackin Mr. Green in multitudes
So mister copper please don't

college 
Yeah I see you young nigga
Big things popping my nigga

Wooo
My nigga Chris
Man where the bottles
Where the bitches
I mean not where the bitches

cause yall playin' by tha wrong rules
My heart bleeds for ya 
I'm embarrassed and ashamed
But at tha same time I take the blame
Its seem hopeless but I

Press on the gas then I’m goin’ full throttle
Cross on my line and I’ll fill you with sorrow
The mac and the drums only have fully auto
Fill you with lead

Dear,  you in a letter 
You ain’t understand it by now 
You ain’t got it together 

Franklin D. Roosevelt 
First Inaugural Address 
“Present situation

to be another rapper and fall in a rut
You'll never have enough if it's the dollar you love
and you'll drink yourself to death if you bottle things up
Oh,

Ohhh
Ohhh
Oh yeah
I pray I don't cross the line
Lord almost lost my soul
Clutching ill up my fie it sings
I'll let it blow
My vvs shine through

Its bout 12:58, in the capri from 88
Snacks and rubber run after that round 8
Pull up, gas station off the highway 
Pacing through the aisle,

Sphinx, 
It's not what you think
That's how it goes
The Colossus of Rhodes
Why are the pyramids 
Made of Emma stone?
So alone
Tossed around by primitives