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Where we at? Right by Libra? Churches? Okay!
I used to walk 'round
That corner right on Flintwood
Pack your bag shorty with a
100 pounds of good
I

Cali-Packs, den Jungs gehen die Blunts aus

Baby, mein Money so lang wie der Bordstein (Bordstein)
Die ganze Unterwelt möchte mein Spotlight (Spotlight)

ain't no different from these niggas
I just played my card
Royal flush, bitch, I just beat the odds
Call me poker face from now on

I was flyin' on the 5

frustrated
People said I wouldn't make it
Top looked at me at my face, yeah
Said, "You in, fuck who hating"
Make sure every time you swerve
You knock

her back and I'm grippin' her hair
Face in the pillow, she startin' to yell
I'm fucking that bitch, she on molly
She bitin' my ear, she told me
"Don't

Grrah, grrah, grrah (Is that you JJ?)
Be keepin' that, bizzy, muna monster
If I walk with the thirty clip
In the face wit a thirty stick
That

innocent, tame
Knocked on my bando one time and I saw his face
He was my runner's friend, so I never sent for him, he came
So I G-check him, ask about his

Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah

Sitting in the sandbox on a summer day
Tripped on a toy and I fell on my face
I got

blowin' in the wind (woo-woo)
I just bought her three bags (woo-woo)
No, it ain't a thing

Haha, ah, you know what I'm sayin'?
Gelato to the face

you free, lies tie you down
Tour bus filled, we stack packs and fly through towns
Black rockstar, I scream loud and mosh through crowds
Head wrap

play games 'til the Braves game started
And he'd let me stay up late
Time with him was always flying
Sunday's never had good timing
I'd start to pack

from Crenshaw 
But it's blues all in my face
Hold on (hold on), wait (wait)
They said I'm stuck all in on my ways
I get you clipped off, for a big

Sorgen, ja, ich pack' das
Nein, nich' hoff' besser zählen, wenn es gepackt ist
Ich hab' einen Check on me, deine Drug, doch spür' dieses Endorphin
Ja,

of Promethazine
Deal with the Cali packs and pounds 
Ain't no half, we bought the whole thing (yeah)

Most of my niggas are street niggas, stretchin' those Z's

Mettez la culture et le savoir toujours en avant
Marchez vers la lumière inexorablement
Ils succomberont inévitablement face à notre Unité

Unité,

a Jamaican bitch

Spitty Loc, I told you, you gon' make it, I can't fake this shit
Talked about a hundred bands, now you 'bout to face the shit
Told you,

Can't bring hots to the city he'll probably try bring the ting in Vap's
I've got a personally sling this pack cah the last yute resigned, now I got no

„Du bist der G.O.A.T.“

Ich trage Maison Margiela (Der G.O.A.T.)
Ich hab' ein Pferd auf meinem Lenkrad (Skrrt)
Nie wieder Kilos, nie wieder Packs

war's“, komm schon, sag mir, wo du warst

No Face, no Case, zeig' kein Gesicht für Hoes (nah, nah)
Ich nehm' den Shit nicht, ich vertick' das Dope (boh,

Jakes tryna watch what we do (preein')
And where we move, if we're sharin' food, or preparin' yutes
If you rob this pack, don't declare it's you
'Cause

On the side zit me hussle safe
Ik heb connecters zat maar me face verbrand
Wordt die laatste show geïnvest

Of gestackt ik lach maar ik maak geen

round with water.
You tricky easterlies which shake the jester's bells
and change face soon as wear it.

And then of human order,
a colder heart:

tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord

Well if you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend, but I don't know if you know

cheap (cheap bitch)
Get to the guap every day of the week (Kpreme)
Tats on my face like I'm Lil' Peep (Lil' Peep)
Run to the sack like I'm Zeke Elliott