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want
I been so low since I lost my bro
I'm the only one
They can never stick it up the game
And she knows I ain't anyone
Other night we didn't fuck
So

predicted it 
Used to my brother making beats 
Up all night blasting until three 
Fuck it might as well type some Might as well write some 

Picture me up

inna mi bed
Wul day we a cuss and fight
But as night fall she a give me head
Baby you know say your body too good
So you only wah man wid benz
Baby you

got it what you do with it (that'll show) 

(Verse 1) 
It's gon be a good day, count my blessings 
Coulda died in my sleep last night, but nigga I ain't

mad cause we ran it up 
New bag get my bitch to add it up 

Bought her red bottoms had to stab it up 
Turnt on the stage Just imagine us 

Give a 100

be real cause them boys be flodgin'
Gotta be swift cause them boys be robbin'
I be on my grind all night and all day
They thank this a game
I ain't

gotta eat boy I gotta feed my family
All this pain inside is what causes all the insanity
Home of the free, land of the brave
Five hundred plus years

I Blow smoke to the air 
For the real niggas who ain’t here
We ain’t worried by you niggas just stay clear

Don’t question an answer unless you know

(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Wh-oh-houou)
(Woah-ah)
Lately I been praying that I get up out my head
Cause I been wasting the days away just

I'm the hardest regardless
Spittin out flows that are flawless
One hundred percent organic Coming straight out the garden
GMO artist starvin for

it
I don't trust a sole I never told none of my 
secrets
You're life's an open book the question is nigga who readin it
These days all eyes be on your

in town its for the beat it up
Days is like a minute and the nights is like a second
Livin like I'm dyin and the shit is gettin reckless 
If you see my

paz y sanación

la cura a mi dolor, resistencia contra babilón
como tu no hay dos tú mi unico amor
te quiero ver forever every night every day
solo

Thomas Jefferson, I'm back at it again
Writing masterpiece after masterpiece with nothing but a pen
He has 100s in class, Benjamin Franklin
He runs

y'all are witnessing, tried to tell them all this time they wasn't listening, ( what's the point)

Stacking hundreds, in abundance, pockets been straight,

baby check the steam 
Said this shit feel like a dream

This the truth
From the booth 
Rice wine coming 100 proof 
No net hoops 
Off brand shoes
Now

Late night
Conversations
Up all night we be talking to the morning
Stuck on life everywhere I go be pouring
Make me feel so right having trouble

hundred proof

I got my dogs on the roof, woo
Pour out four's by the twos, boys
Can I blow what I shoot
Monster, they can't bring the blues
Out your way,

It's time to stay a hundred niggas Trying to play the fifty
The whole world sleeping
On the talent in this city
And yeah it get gritty nigga
It get nippy

Before them pigs take me away from my family told my son it'd be a cold day in hell
Let's turn it up talkin' four hundred degrees
I knew he was pussy he

homies on gang
Get 100 years for the internet fame
Wasted a career getting millionaire change
Threw it all away disppear   with the gang
Then you reappear

now. But fuck it I go hard I swear I'm never gone change. 

6-8-81 the day daddy put down 
Can't say he father because that nigga didn't stay around 
I

Armed Robbery

Eightball & MJG

Down South Slangin

2008

to the hills where I hid for a few days 

no, I'm not the one that they will catch soon 

bought me a palace in the hills wit' a hundred rooms 

I got

and habit
Keep it 100 i know you cant stand it
Matter of fact keep it another planet
AP on my wrist on point like I VATS it
You rap Molerats hide pop out get