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rich Bill Gates

Get this shit off the muscle I swear these rappers in trouble cuz I'm in my bag like a duffel
You know I gotta hustle I don't have time

See the west and the south got everybody mad
Dont ride lowriders but we might ride bags
But we got the same goal get things we never had
(El Chino)
We

fuck around and lose a kidney
I just feel sorry for your ass
Talking shit but won't get the bag
All you do is put on an act
Posting on the gram, you know

teach me some new things
She wanna eat it yeah the whole thing
yeah she wanna fuck the whole team yeah the whole team
I said fuck the old me, my heart

judge in order
I’ve grab my bag and changed my number
Even to this day, some might call me cray
Cz i’m dropping bombs, the shivers stay 
Buckle-up, you

Auntie!

I was quick to make her laugh

And if I needed a place to crash

Didn’t even have to ask

Just my suitcase and bags

She ain’t da kind dat like

Yeah
Uh-huh
D_ace
Yo, battle scars on my fingertips
But I'm calm when I hold the grip
Causing storms cause I got a gift
Old uniform gonna match

Filipino witch craft
Marijuana gift bag
Back in high school you could smell it out my locker
Hot box my flying saucer
I'm a shadow clone imposter
Check

being charted
It's not for the fainthearted
I hardly trust a soul
I stay carefully guarded
I see nothing but my goals

I see nothing but the bag
Drop her

Intro:  Yeah, Oh (take me away)

Verse 1:
Its feels so good to fly away from this old place
Its you who relieves all my pain
Its me sitting here

an old garbage can
 Liver’s a purple bruised punching bag
Botch job, you’re falling apart
You never could hack the battering ram

Beat down, repeat, beat

All hail the billboard signs
Plastic bags and switchblade knives
Cold coffee and cigarettes
Firecrackers and discount chips
We are free, we are safe

go and level it up
I'm gettin' real tired of the same old same
No brains ass bars bitches try to spit
The kindergarten flow
You can leave it

sold
Unc' stop rappin', you way too old
Tried to fight me, he way too bold
Hit a three off a three, I'm giving clutch
Tried to up on me, we left him in

first bag said I need this times three
If ya looking for a ride baby hop on me
Bet ya I can make ya sang like do re mi
If you ain't talking money then

hanging with my old friends...
My hearth is getting colder...
Dont care about the bad news, i carried on my shoulders...
The dead is getting closer...
A war

Under the floodlights
Lay my bag of bones next to yours 
cnd we talk the whole night through
So I say good morning to you
The stars are out it's much

cropped
Turn to a veggie with his gun, you gon' get chopped
Money that I got, old as fuck, triceratops
Hit him with a heart shaker twice, he got K-Popped

Shut da Fuc Up

Different bag same sauce no days off
I deserve it hard work paid off
Slangin wood but I never played golf
Drank so much codeine now I

be successful before i turn old
They can't relate they ain't never been broke
Know my friends always told me yeah you gotta keep hope
Growing up never

The young ones weep  
They wanna be forever young  
The old ones need to sleep  
They're running out of sheep  
Put a plastic bag on your head  
So

of this old town

And I don’t hear the voice of angels
I don’t need to but I stay

It’s just a flicker in the darkness
It’s just a whisper in the rain

So

a couple days of old shit
When it comes to others, they just start
Before putting themselves up for judgment by the law

That's the difference in my thoughts

the same way that i break mans kneck if he disrespect or threat wid poking
ay u must be joking the growth was mad
mckaualy kaulkin
a cocaine bag wid a dusty