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Came so fuckin' far that it's some shit you cannot measure
We apply the pressure, we gon' get you if you let us
Yeah, man, I love the violence
Momma told

it let me tell ya that chu wrong.

Lil nigga you the truth.
Goin crazy in the booth.
Tryna figure many ways stay outta trouble get the loot.
Know you

I get hotter by the second you would think I had a fever
Empty out the wood and then I fill that bitch wit' cheeba
She make that ass shake on me, I

Young Design
You know the man shoes is crippin flag blue
Yeah swag me out
I said damn Zoot this shit my jam Zoot let me wyle out
They call me Lil

got yo lil bitch, beat her from the back then she gone dome me
We makin a flick real sick yeah it's sponsored by Sony 
Then when we finish like brady I

surrounding me
I prowl the streets and kill you
For a quarter ounce of weed

Drive by rollin' through the east side
4 or 5 hoodlums with them thangs rolling

freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug
And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma I want to sing
But

a oceanside drive by lil high
 Ina bit a whiskey n im feelin fine
I been here a minute I been chillin on the Brightside 
Puffin piff my brothers flippin  mr

give a fuck about nothin' they be talkin
Do ya lil' thang
Go ahead and keep on walkin

I get high, I get fated
Celebrate each day I made it
Facts is I

Worry bout meteorites 
When it come to me crashin'
But I got stellar control I'm the Captain 
I'll fly that thang right through Saturn 
See through

On fire when I’m furious
Hit it one time
Got me shedding some tears
We stick together
We facin our fears
Go through depression
This can get hectic
She still

Say she ion't know what I been thru
Some shi jus fugg wit' my mental
I tell her watch how you ride it, She like I know it's a rental
I use to call

bag come thru by the low
Snail on the trail boy that boy move too slow
Tryn put my neck and my wrist on da snow
Bitch i be balling i trot round

me with eyes
And I cant sit and act like im blind

Real niggas do real things
Nigga you know dat
I was broke going through thangs
Try not to show dat

through collaboration
Squad dedicated we don't take vacation
I'm never discouraged by the criticism
Fake ass, you just hatin cause you can't get in

Through the moonlight sky
When I touch this road
Ima cross your lane
Test drive and the caramel seats
Look like your skin
Girl I need your frame
Things can

put our funds into some better shit
Financial classes for that money shit 
So Yu wont look up asking where yo money went
Teach these niggas how to weld

as inferior
We want you in fear enough
To let us rule you thru the pentateuch
Villainously vigilant against alternative intelligence
Always got a lil red dot

to a saint more like a winner into a great
I can't even entertain a lil bitch who think she can't
Only winners in my rank like some sharks up in my tank
What u

people signing a book (don't play no games)
This thug life shit 
Is running through me veins
I'll bleed for my niggas
Just to give 'em some game
From

LockSide 22 ya
You can see it ain't a thang without my heavy loud voice
I made my choice I finna speak with my heart into some noise
Yea watch your

days of finger banging
Old Mary Jane Rottencrouch
Through her pretty pink panties, ARE OVER
You are married to this piece 
This weapon of iron and wood

people out here tryna let that gun blow and they tryna win
An people die by messages some people live by sin
Hot headed young nigga tryna take cold showers

chest
Girl I want you girl I need you
Always by your side Neva leave you
Let me love you be there for you
Always gone be tha one come thru

Tell me