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reach a milli
Got motorcycle patches on my jean jacket boy this is high fashion
Designer me down from my head to my feet
Now slow down, I gotta show em

her
They judge a nigga off his looks he a killer and a charmer
Boy all dat talkin out your neck goin turn my nigga to a bomber
Put some cartis on my

over my mouth so I'm quiet
Moms only wit 'em cuz our money is low
I'm sixteen but I'm shaped like a twenty year old
And my moms in love so she makes

da plate around. Now pass da plate around.

I live how I wanna live.
Eat how I wanna eat.
You can tell by my belly I barely skip the meat.
First you

a clock,time a tell, this nati boy live as hell like Channel 5,9,and 12, met a that behind the shell, she told me I was fine as hell, pulled off on my bike she

be at
Stayed in the trap
My bro aint like to come home
He used to lay wit a strap
When he went to jail
That shit had rubbed off on me
Now thats why i

out the rap scene and honestly it ain't good
Erbody telling me I shouldn't be the hood
People saw my imperfection as a problem
Told me boy you ain't

the bitch (Ha!)
It's levels to this shit (Shit!)
I'm up wit snoop and shit (Yea!)
Def Jam Two (Two!)
I give em' supa' hits (Pow!)
Shout out to Bam too
My

by myself
Think I need an FN
Boutta put an FN on me
Why I'm acting different round you
Cuz I think you said something
Talk behind my back
And then I

divorce
Your crib ain't no fuckin resort
Scenery coming by choice ain't no sonning the boy
I'm still slide with every feature on factory wheels
Donnie

parking lot
I be on that lil' Nick shit
Hot boy like Shyne and 'em
Free Pimp, on my momma and 'em
Callin' home just to call a drill
We on go, nigga,

the flow and the wit in alignment
Stay out of my lane like a siren is blaring and lights are flashing behind you
I rhyme with a purpose, in time it will

life
And I'ma get this muhfucker lit by the end of the night
Man I'ma put it on my life ight

Waste no time 
Take what's mine
Now is the time 
Only got

the best on the price
Dark as hell but doing well with how we serving this white
the way it's looking we could die by tonight
I'm shoulder shrugging my lows

checks while having casual sex
And still put my foot on they necks
I passed the rest finna put they ass to rest
Can tell I got em Stressing
Come in fully

on the bricks by the passport 
Street credit visa get em on consignment 
Omertà the law stick to the code of silence 
Burner on my waist nigga I'm so fucking hot

be the one do it fuck a nose goes
I can prove anything on my dolo fly high wit stars like Han Solo
Ima tell it how it be like Jigga did the pilot now

Pull up to yo spot like
Broad daylight
All action
Got one on my waist
One in my hand bitch I’m blasting
See you in a week
Tell yo momma close the casket

sold ya soul for a lil bit of gold
Boy you moving so bold, like you couldn't get hit
Bruh i was so stressed even though I was blessed
By the drank in my

to my niggas I tell em the truth 
It ain't many like me I'm one of the few

Oh that's ya girl but I fucked her better
I come around she keep getting

if you play me boy what you tryna do
4x4 run you over that stickll walk em down
Hate it or love it we what they Talkin bout liiiine 
Wouldn’t like my

up
If it ain't comin' out the Word I don't trust that
Let em hate turn the other cheek
I don't bust back
Speakin real dumb on my line
I'ma cut that

Lemme tell you couple things you don't know bout me
I really struggled in these streets yeah you don't know bout me
Got my homies by my side they

in the now boy I own it
I swear them old times was the coldest
But they made me I gotta love em
I swear they made me I gotta love em
I put my queen in