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but just know my pockets hold a lot now

Yeah, the times change, nigga, shit change
Nowadays, the hoes, they only call me by my nickname

How I been

that we full sending it
Shoutout my n**** we trap in his residence
Rolling it up yeah I feel like the president
You ain't with us n**** you is irrelevant

(Hm, 20 and this shit's real)
Yo, yo
We're gonna do this one like this
I know all my old homies out there
Runnin' 'round, breakin' rules and shit

full of worry, and rats
Blast jazz with a bad bitch pouring me yack
Thinking bout the lost time that my mother regret

In Twenty two years, I see it

/ I'm from Detroit my nigga let's go /

Motown represent, demonstrate that innovative who be on that next shit, let 'em know yo' area and tell 'em who

out your bluff
I used to let things get by I was mostly high
All my life running in disguise
Tryna get by you think this shit was easy
Most you niggas

wit short for nothing
I give her my time, she oweing me something
We making plays, We making ends
We making M's, Fuck making friends
Need you a lens if

meaning of catching hats
Now how yo son suppose to grow knowing his dad a rat
State lines how you beat them same charges 8 times
Never on the phone talking

broads half of the time
It be the hate to make these
Niggas think they can try ya
Till they see you bout your gangsta
Now they ass scared to get by ya

to get signed but "actually nigga, rejection"
I'm so used to rejection even my yo-yo won't come back
Speaking of rejection, let me tell you about my girl

seconds pass, then she's out of her misery
Look at something that can never see the deadliest set of emcees
Reconnects and getting checks with several

pretend
If you left me out, I don't want no amends
You let me down you pay for that debt
That ain't no guess and I don't forget
4000 degrees
Im hot so I

Remember when I went hungry but made sure you eat
With you everything felt so complete
But I had to move you out my life
CTRL, ALT, DELETE
I told you stay by

YO

It’s facer

Hold tight the Purwell goonies

Hit em up in reverse that’s red rum
Turn a dad’s son into a dead one
Hold crosses In the box he get

ballin', we do this often
Counting up lettuce that's straight from the garden
Want us to stop, we get it regardless
Peepin yo' vibe, gotta feel out your

(verse1)
Out of tha mud and kicking much flavor/long as I know who it is that's tha Savior/burberry on when I'm in uh good-mood/even tha whoreish

fag off
They start fucking on your bro and put no money on your call

The definition of a hoe, that's why I treat em like a dog
That's on Crip, I've

no Molly
(uh uh) just took back a ten
Now I'm all way out my body
Call 12, fuck 'em
They ain't stopping us from wildin'
Tryna jack, a dummy mission
You

ain't in the city I be out of town
Stonergang keep rollin' loud we won't make a sound
Yo bitch say she up tryna fuck I'ma take her down
I'ma keep strokin'

never cause I can't mess with you ever
I'm reminiscing on times when I ain't know better
You bitches had me out here writing love letters
Had me staying

doobie
Slide on niggas up in vans, call me Scooby
Pull out that Glock
Then that shit get real spooky
Damn, nigga, I really just shut down on it

of burban, no swerve, then take his ass out on a backroad
Guess i'm too real for the real n'ggas 
You sick, i'm ill, different hospitals 
Monkey ass n'gga call

Here we go jumprope with intestines
Sky high like investments
Splash down with the blood puddles with
No brain booze coming back up
Double-time like

that
Oh, what?
It's got zero fat
Yo! What?!
And that's straight-up facts
Dou so baller, you'll call it Shaq
This is an offer you can not pass
Drink up