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the streets without being stopped by police
Can I just breathe?
I wanna be me 
I wanna be free
Can I just
Can I just breathe?
I just want space to be me
I wanna

climb the wall
And stumble across your family tree
I bet you there's some roots down there
You don't want me to see

Because your ancestors they stole

Gang
Wake up
Finna flame up
Counting up a hundred
Thinking bout my next buck
Hold it down for the city I could never let up
How many rounds i got 50

with Van Cleef
Mixed with Cartier, they can't stand me
Grillz by Dolly on my damn teeth (damn teeth)
Walk through the Louvre lookin' fancy (lookin'

a hero, bitch, I'm De Niro in Goodfellas
If your bitch around me best bring an umbrella
Let me tap into my inner self and killer, another illa
Murder

I ain't got the fucking spirit
So I'm seeking me a mirror to
Reflect on my reflection
I may need a daily check-in
Surrounded by aggression
Checking

I dash out 
id get 3 more if i could
surrounded by ice and I cash out
why am I misunderstood
sometimes it feel like im lost in the woods
take a look

think I'm fucked now 
So throw some fucking shade
Because I hate it when the sun outs
Hit you with that new snare
Don't act like you do care
Got 100 acre

Dubba Dubba Dubba Chuck
 
Well a modicum of nonsense can do a lot  good 
If you're feeling lost there in the 100 acre wood 
If you don't know the answer

on me real Aqua-fina
Blowing Pressure eyes red looking like a demon
Real trapper star sold out arena
First couple mill brought a 100 acres 
MVP with

Smokin woods trees
Givin hood tease
Cause i'm pushy
He don't know im that nigga he a rookie

You can't play me bitch play Latto
Step on necks bare

house 

With 100 sum acres

Still alive to this day

All praise to the maker

Got different goals to meet

Imma meet em all

After all the setbacks happen

from the first night 
It was good vibes 
Good woods fired up lookin in yo eyes 
Thinking maybe we should start a tribe 
Like when yo mama meet me 
She

Lac Dogs & Hogs

Nappy Roots

Twanked Out Down South

2004

and D.T.S.'s

[Verse 1 - Skinny Deville]
Skinny talkin bout that wood with that custom leather, bangin down I-65
Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you

throwing up 100s you Know I be flexing
They was selling them drugs and my homie was hitting
He a father too young but his daughter ain't missing
I do this

the globe

The campfire in California
Destroyed over a hundred and fifty-three thousand acres
Eighteen thousand structures, is that really possible?

down in ya brown tee
My hundred throwback who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he make one (hell no they dont sike me)
I'm all about my cash ridin around wit

morn
This old floor has held us a hundred years
It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here
Our footsteps wore at the finish

me?
Yeah, they jealousy driving them crazy
100 hits on my head, it don’t faze me
Yeah, they talk and they smile in my face
Yeah, this money ain’t up for

to green we get that shit in by the acre
Numbers low like teenagers
In my coupe like speed racer
I been mashing out in traffic with that package like I'm

aggression 
The hundred acre wood was a symbol as well 
Don't tell piglet escapism has a tell 
The donkey is a symbol for meeting 
The right in an ever

something give up that kitty
Roll a opp wood wit Travis Scott it's time to get litty
Got a hundred acres worth of cash I'm a bouigee nigga
Fuck around

Shove all these fake asses, back to they hoods
I hail from Naptown, but you'll neva catch me sleepin'
I stay woke, no joke, tired of all y'all creepin'

major
Always on di go mi no gazer
Money haffi mek nowadays yah
Cause mi nuh beg boy favor
I'm smoking weed by the acres
Henney mi a drink no chasers
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