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cus it's unexpected
See a pretty boy
Thinking I don't got a weapon
Thinking I won't break a sweat for respect
Like I won't pop any second
Lemme chill

Damn son where'd you find this
Aye
Oouuu
Bitch you know who fucking did it, aye
Aye
Oouuu
I say you know who fucking did it aye
Shawty tryna blow me

on the beat with Sheaffèr that's a massacre
Told them not to play with me am a different character

I don't do it cause they do it I just do it cause I want

"that's not too shabby"
When the rich boy struggles he just go home, calls his daddy
Ask him for a check, I'm just askin' for respect
Money shouldn't

wonton soup
Eating helps me remember if I fed the boy

China na na na
I left my chopsticks back in China na na na
Left them up a sideways vagina na na
My

attitudes
I said Kris, if I could call ya Kris, I know you know your way around this town
But if you don't mind I'd be much obliged to help you burn it down

when I'm fishin'
Forty-five minutes ain't a long-term vision
They want me boxed in like prisms
Rather be boxed in by prisons
For the record, like Guiness

the work
We call the booth the slaughter house
The real is back
It might insight fear
When you're speaking on my name
Keep it clear boy
You don't want no

the energy of a great grind
And that's all that I know
I try to fit in
Everywhere that I go
But nothing seems to stick
But you know it ain't like me to let it

information is free flowing
grandma came to me in a dream 
 She said the scripture unfolding 
Only give the peter to a keeper don't be out there Roaming boy

on acid /payote & magic mushrooms/my trip takes me back wadleigh where we use to gamble in lunchroom/crack packs in my back nautica sweats with the boat

conversations
I get pennies for my thoughts so I overthink compensation
They call me Cas, sir
Reimagined OL' DIRTY BASTARD
There is a (RZA) METHOD to my madness

older than me
You'll have the advantage
I don't even have a gun permit
I still wet bandits
Step up and get nailed
I'll bring the cans out
You'll get hot

the cost to beat the odds, I'm my own boss

Some friends ain't really friends I feel the tension
Don't follow them, the things I seen won't mention
Burn

laps
All my homies started with zero cash
We work for real
Increase our value by so much, we hurt the deal
Come and hit me when you got a better offer
I

Boy stop frontin let me put u on game 

Dez pigs in da blue is da only real gang 



Show me a street nigga pulling up on 12

Real hitta I’ll tip ya

Mothafucka brought a knife
So all my brothers got to stompin 
Had the plug from mexico 
Call me cause he my cousin 

Bitch don’t get me fucked up 
I’m driving

they life took by the reaper in the form of street sweepers all my homies will catch a body call them 
Jeepers creepahs

Verse 1: I just got a call from my boy. He said what we getting into  I said really don’t know what  we can do what ever you wanna do. We can race

might take his Bitch 
Gave him a tester he calling back 
I jus might take yo geek 
Pussy had got save'd by the bell 
We jus gone call em Screech  

We

racks
Ever wonder why they call it the trap?
Believe me bro ain't making it out
Distanced myself from a life like that
No distance when i be breaking it

was
Let the police terrorize whoever
But mostly black boys
But they would call us "niggers"
And lay us on our belly
While they fingers on they triggers

shit a million times
No cap
Lil bro cold but he don't live his rhymes
You need a platinum plaque
You done sold them boys a million lies
Where I'm from

It's good my ringer's long, answered the call
Boy Aris P tryna hit the mall i hit the door
Hopped in the SLK and with
The pedal hit the floor, uh

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