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just wanna headline shows
Get cash and splash out like low tide
All these artist washed up on the shore so
Hang 'em out to dry like clothesline’s
While

Too little, too late
Don't want a tax cut, I want your head on a plate
No handouts, or charity
I want back what you stole from me

Just another kid,

you
I'm dedicated, tried and true
For the Bound, this for you

Bumps and bruises, scrapes and cuts
It ain't that easy and at times it's rough
Got tired

up
Get the stick, niggas clapping like runners-up
Stick to the script, niggas acting like something's up
(Cut)
Act like them numbers don't stutter
But

or lay m dung to dry
We coulda switch the tide we coulda stich the tide
We coulda turn and twitch the tide

Eb up eb up and flood dung flood dung 
Swim if

You Buss an 8 ball into dubs
After stomping and a cut
Still ya profit never up
As high as bleachy blunt
That's just me up in a rut
You are you, that's

Niggas will latch and leach on you, suck you dry until you die and you'll lose some friends
That's my view of the game I might be wrong
But black child you

Oh when I was younger I found comfort in the pines
And the hemlocks gave me shelter, offered shade and kept me dry
Oh the woods another world

and watch them get stank,
Cranky little bitches need therapy banks
I hit a nerve and they hit the tank,
Bottomed the barrel, their cash blank
Shit look dry

Would you stay around
When the crowd dies
When the world burns
And the ground dries, uh

Feelin' like I'm offline
And I search for things
That I never

that's too slow
Yo, DJ cut the beat please
The whole beat please
Thank you
Yo, DJ Big Help

Uhh, I'm kinda busy DJin' the song right now, what do you need?

whenever I die
I love you so much and you know it's not lies, I hope we never ever cut the ties
When you loved me back, it was surprising, you brought

Invisible tears, their dry inside, too far hurt I need a place to hide
Your words cut deep, your actions show true
Frightened girl, take a stand,

at the roof over my head
Close my eyes imagine more hunger pains never end
You got me good cut me deep ambition pours out my veins
Damn I been all alone doing

I can't tell if you're really being serious
Do you think that this is up to snuff
A cold cut, cardboard box
Couldn't pack thirty pounds of stuff

a coat already, no hope already
I rolled my Chevy
Down to the levy, bought that shit still dry
I guess it is what it is
And that’s that on that
How bout

avenue hustlas
Sling data on the block, aha aha

Your business got shut down, money run dry
Two rules to fight club, never ask why
Want to be the best,

syllables this time
Fake love made me wanna just cut the brake line
Crash on the beat
I don't have insurance either
Bone dry freezings in my heart
Where

I got brothers I love like they was my blood
I got sisters I love like they was my blood
Mama taught me be strong and dry my eyes up
It's easier

goals when you wearing Green & Gold
Got the skippers on the scene Goonk & My Budda Date
They might cut you off if you rocking up late
I just wanna play in

on her knees
I'm sorry gotta cut I'm trine go and make my pees
Yeah Yeah
And you know I'm getting all that paper
Tell a hater
Look your girls now see you

Mothers humor, take a listen						
Cuts with precision her voice is her religion
Tells them dirty, dries you out your thirsty		
In the garden party

I’m saying
I then seen it all happen and I was just rapping
And y’all was dry snitchin' it mumbling to the captain
As for me
I’m right where I’m

another try
When I’m high, I like the girls to play chai, to get by
But I cry, when weed goes by and gets dry, I die
Now I’m cruising up the mountain in my