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Just rubbed nine zinos, but I need twenty-seven more, I'm greedy (just tek that bag)
Used to eat in Church Street Nando's way before shh turnt gang,

a shotgun
There goes another hot one
It's curry woah, you better hurry home
Dumb dumb sit in dummies bones
Unlucky homes
I'm old school like a runny nose

Unless you add to it
I'm tryna get the Ps and
All you're bringing is asparagus
I'm old school
I learnt to count on an abacus
Shit hit's the fan
I can't

bananas, you get killed like Harambe
Put a nigga in a bag like some laundry
Want me to buy her a drink
But I ain't Bill Cosby

And I know and I know and I

changing, growing
Leanin' and smoking, rolling, making music
Listening to no one, i’m on
One, twenty years old, world in my palms
Bent that's why I'm shaded

YOU FELL ONCE BUT TELL DEM YOU SOON RISE A MISTAKE IS A TEACHING BETTER OPEN YOUR EYES
HAFFI SEE THE TRUTH WITH ALL THEM BAG A LIES
BEWARE OF SOME

snakes
What happened after that I cannot say
I saw the face of Jesus
And then I woke up out in Santa Fe

Mexican officials have just detained a
14 year-old

lame
Now he wants a verse
Bro, twenty million out the purse
In my Gmail, replied on the plane
Now I bag work
I don't mean coke I mean merch
Twenty-five

slept on, me I never wake up early
But I stuff white owls call it taxidermy
Catch me jocking old Reeboks and dirty socks
I know in life things change like

soul move
Feed a nigga bullets like he
Was eatin' soul food
Turn a hot boy into a cold dude
Still dancin' on Coke, shit
That's my old moves

Uh, what's

wasn't slick
I wouldn't have wrote you
And now we on to the
Next 'cause that's old news, gotti

We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know

Different levels, we on different floors
World tours on my vision board
Taking calls but not taking yours
Make a couple bags and I'm feeling poor

Our

capping

Bitch, fuck that i've been inside of my bag
I’m in my rucksack and I've been goin' up
I know that niggas upset
I'm searchin' for what I can
Find,

you like Eightball, bloody your shirt

Bring a black truck with some plastic bags
Cause kids like easy, buried in dust
Slang that shit like the feds

stressed out, got a smoke a few to dome
C'mon

Old babe slang weed outta bribes
Stay on the porch
On the corner, youngstaz rollin' the dice
Stay wit

with old medi
Yo don't penny my flow steady
My doe spenny is so many
Bling frozery no rosary
Dem know mi lyrics stinka than dead
Body when the crow smell

(Paper & Ink made this) old drunk-ass bitch
(Idea coming for the 808)
Ayy, Blood, you already know what's goin' on
Nigga, Ghetto Boy, 3rd World shit,

remind me of them '09 days
Driving by where I graduated just
For old times sakes
Thinking of when they used to say "What
You wanna be in ten years?"

too old for this shit
Think they all got it backwards
Yo, what you been planning?
Build a militia and fuck with the system
Let's get at the bastards

don't dig that
Put your CD in a bin
Bag, straight up and down, no zigzag
I don't wanna hear chitchat
Shut ya mout' you need a big slap
I don't do hip-hop

Rasheeda!
Drop a big bankroll, skip the line to the VI
New bag with the boots, and they knee high
I make my way to the bar
Drinks on the house cause I'm

put me on the far right and I'm missing

Bag full of cash got me paranoid
I'll be damned if the door goes
Still fill a next one with more dough
I gotta

broke, dick sucking
Tryna fight depression
Work for this shit,  whole gang up
Yelling SB to the grave, I can't change up
I'ma sprint to the bag till I

Back for the Munsters marathon
Gather bad medicine, duffel bag, canteen
Etch a sketch
Hula popper, cash, plaid pendleton
Smash and grab everything