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some work, check they resume
My dogs eating by the pound, boy, better fetch a plate
Locking out these projects to make sure my section ate
Two phones

Blows to his head now his head rest
Dollars in yah hands if I undress
This illest bitch baby confess
And you can pin me on your board, Nigga

to
That you can blow it by the ounce to
Bad bitches thinking that they can't live without you
Young rich nigga they can't walk in my shoes
I can't bask in

lookin' at it slowly

Hopin' and just wishin' I don't wake up when it blows me
Blamed by society, even in sobriety these demons that's inside of me
They

a heavyweight
The shit I think about everyday
Make a nigga wanna blow it away
Hoping I can get a clean slate
I done woken from a dream state
The realest niggas

I buried down my sister in a tiny shrubbery. c coffin made of sullen wool. Her face looked rubbery. My mourning mother had taken too many pills. When

with a different mind
Inna different environment
How different my life spent
Earlier on, compared to 30 gone by and went
It hasn't been too long, 31

when you with me
Big faces and diamond rings
So what's it gon' be?
So what's it gon' be?
You rocking with the best so you know I keep it clean
I rolled

an ounce to blow
Fight real dirty but I'm too clean
Ripping out your girls heart like Bruce lee in the movies
I told y'all I'm the fool to step back for

I roll it
Opps sweating when I load it
Yeah
Mac 10 with a doc
You can see it when I walk
Might just clean em with a mop
Steady posted by the block
12

You can tell by my face
And by my tone
It's prolly best
You leave me lone

Jus let me go
I'm in another mode
An animal
Sum dat you can't control

I'm

of breaking free from bondage and slavery
But Jesus paid the fee and gave a promise
To make us clean from everything that's godless
But I see fire in the eyes

fox kitty killa of rap
Clean out your litter box throw me the facts
Tactical when I be rappin flows it's magical
To average Joe's
But to the avid nose I

party got the Carti's on me
Blue tints on the Buffs, cost me like 3 g'z
YSL, Louis V, Bitch my drip is too clean
I'm sipping on hi-tech, and I'm rolling

off ain’t no stopping
When we roll up in the spot
And then blow up and then pop
You know this hip hop
We told our shit knocks
We told to we switch off

of dragons that pussy wet pussy warm
They could never test art sell them drugs Escobar
Check the board it ain’t even close winning by far
Pocket got a full

it to define yourself
They used to make me go to AA for probation, right
And I used to hear these guys define their entire existence by their most

to blow, I rep the Kong everywhere cuz it’s home, ya dig uh
I don’t know where that I’m goin’, don’t even know where I’m from yeah
All that I know is I’m

I'm present past and future
Never listen to the rumors
I'm too busy picking cloth and talking to producers
About how to suit ya, this and that bout new

lie don’t know if I’m conscious
And the voice in my head obnoxious
Might be homicide to my conscious
Might be cuz I got too much shit to say
All

an ounce to blow
Fight real dirty but I'm too clean
Ripping out your girls heart like Bruce lee in the movies
I told y'all I'm the fool to step back for

open for
Yeah we can go some more
Wet like the ocean floor, ain't got to coax me more
Roll up that kush we can blow some more
He call I'm the one she

the devil's leash on me growing like grass
Humping on chicks who didn't take notice of me until I
Circumcised my, to be called by
Evolved to dope (Dope as fuck)

goota Solo it's too late for your cash
Imma kill you get the bounty we gon need a body bag
All these Han hating truthers like Obama birthers
Worse than