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The Souf

C-Note

I Need Mine

2007

is equivalent to me
I break down the beat, like I break down my weed
I skate down my street, with my K by my feet
To make it in my hood, you gotta

treat me like some wood folk, all they do is screw me
I'm tired of everybody. It's a crooked society
So I stay to myself and look forward to Fridays

Knocked down by countless albums
Now you wonder how your ears
Just got some sexual arousal
Cuz this is how we do it
Bounce with the music
Thinking how I can

lit, but me and Dave East wasn't feelin' it
P from QC gettin' sued by his BM
The cokehead to have five abortions worth 15 Ms
Talkin' 'bout Lira

[Verse 1]

If being wack was a state of mind
I wouldn't have it in my country
In my repertoire is heaters
Similar to Escobar's Ether
Call me teacher

no point in dropping
It if I drop dead
I call 'em too many times
The doctors don't ring me
Did wrong by my family
So I'm in the woods now
My therapist

a few toys like a happy meal
All black AMG
Wood grain on the dash by the steering wheel
Tinted windows can't see
Run it up let's get the cheese
Im him

from overseas
Low-key making boss moves nigga I am so discrete
I like my presence felt I don't want no one to notice me
Verse is like a crime scene
Bring

having talks with Dad
Saw the bad coming
He brought me
I watched the water pass
Pops was tryna hault me
From having
Thoughts of a altered past

Passing by

the real one, say you're never losing me
Dropped a bag on some Bape and Supreme
I just copped some heat I see you staring at my feet
See this ten by my side,

asiago
I don't need the bands cause I feel I hit the lotto
We got bitches and bongs and woods up in the Tahoe
He stuck by my side so I cop him a Murciélago

I know you need me
But I know you'd leave me
You would never please me
I'm sitting here all by myself
I'm in love with myself
You tell me it's easy

I dropped her harder than my album next spring
This single fallin' in the summer with a flow colder than a winter freeze
I'm on every track providing

to spit
I leave 'em tongue tied
You're the doe and I'm the buck
Can you tell me how much wood
Could a woodchuck chuck
I'll huff and I'll puff and
I'll blow

write
If I start it tonight
I'll have an album by light
I'm counting on slowing down
Won't give up the fight
They say I spit it too white
When I do what I

Back door
Outside
By your window
She was looking at the wood like Ingle
Yeah I'm thinking y'all forgot this is me hoe
And I'm still tryna figure out who

to behold
Some skeptical but I never was
All they tryna do is kill my buzz
Pit bull got the dog in me
My Bass red mahogany
Like my wood floor I'm slept on
I'm

as the beat drop
I get ya chick popping 
Like she need it for survival
But i'll give her right back
Cant afford another rival
Just smoked me a wood 
Now i'm

out here sad and broke, that's the real issue
But now is not the time for me to deal with you
Fresh J's on me, it's a regular day
On my 93 shit, yeah,

mom
Fluids flowing through your body got you burning warm
Go on let me slide inside I love the way that you ride
Know you feeling the vibe by the screw

lap, yeah i got it on my back
Hip Hop in this hood made of wood I'm CatsBak
Be real, See real, Free will, You got Skills?
Throw rhymes, look at me, How I

to Miles Millar
Speech orgy
I'm fit to be four deep
Sharp like the Shrapnel from a sack of c40
Tackle a plan like an Ivy League sports team
Support me while

me edit this ho
I cross state line and break federal code
BB on me, just to hold up my pole
The jeans was too baggy, it fell to my ankle
He popped his

Fuck a dentist, he'll be paying me
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