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I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be no B-list celebrity
Keep that Glock by my feet
Born and raised up in these streets
Duckin heat,

Momma you know I love you
My sister you note that we struggle 
You know that we try 
We in it til the box drop
You picked me up every time my heart

location
Takin' shots like I'm Kobe, I bet I make it
I stay focused, cause that's in my legislation
But really, it took me some preparation
Chase a bag not

what's happenin'
Got a 400K in cash, they said I trap it in
Four bruddas in two years, tell me how them boys are managin'
Free by the guys in Allen (yo)

on the streets I'm a beast hear my bark (Woof)
Tryna shine a couple LEDs in the dark
Light it up
Everyday's a new reason to spark
Watch a season of Archer then

Turnin' my phone off, you gotta find me by a blood hound
And I don't smoke nor drink when I'm workin' on these beats
I gotta lock in 100 percent, charge it

by these streets
In the field we playing for keeps
My stomach hungry man shit I gotta eat
Judge me you don't what I been through
Look at a rich nigga I

faded, gettin' lit. Takin' sips for the hell of it. De-stress a bit. Cause I don't feel like spellin' it out for you loud mouths desiring a 50,000 pound

Twenty-One

Corey Smith

Undertones

2003

When I was only seventeen, couldn't wait for twenty one

I'd hang around on Clayton Street in the bars there gettin' drunk

A baseball cap

face
It's erry picture that I paint, I seen a lot a blood stains
Metal plate inside his leg, takin' flights and raise alarm
I don't mean lil shawty harm

half off a hit and it come w a grave nigga,
 
Look, 

Told em to stay the fuck out of my way I will not stop,
Jump street like hopscotch, 
By God I grew

here eatin
Nobody takin' no losses
Know my Pops be runnin' the street
Better look away before you cross it
Thinkin' bout crossin' my Pops
Now you end up

nigga, I'm takin' drugs, just to numb all of the pain
My nigga, I swear to God, everybody fuck with me now
Paranoid, I ain't got no time to sleep
Now I can

Ain't life, it ain't right
How I'm poseta be the daytime, the same night
How I'm gonna save y'all and save mine
I would rather take off than take

to get respect and nigga it ain't with cheese

Get a lotta green
Pull up to the scene in a ting that these niggaz neva seen on evergreen
Bitch i been

Da Graveyard

Grand Daddy I.U.

Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous

1995

queers
I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?
I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch

really it they wanna tag
I'm a motherfuckin' trip I'm finna get up on my bag
Ain't no alphabet boy I ain't takin no L
Like a gun with big shells I'm

gotta turn up I'm doing it major

Yea
Uh
Been Trappin these streets
Wit a heat for far too long
Just grab my pain that I gain
N I make it a song
I kept

Pourin' Up

UGK

Gun Talk, Vol. 5 [21 Tracks]

Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up

em' cranky, it rainy
Tired as fuck, wash down thoughts cause it drain he, scary
No vibes like his, so he move super strangely
Stuck by hisself, when she

now supplyin' streets

Wake up time to collect
Niggas comin' short I guess it's time to finesse
I was in the court tryin' to ball with no net
When

Gainin' control of them
Takin' for foldin'
That shit really bold of them
Walked in with all of this ice
Ain't it cold in here? Ayy
And I been doin' the same

I'm ambidextrous
My style like a dropout it can't be tested
I eat weak hearts like a candy necklace
So screw Harry Wong and his fancy methods
Rip your

Your flow is dookie
Give me the room key
I'm makin' blue cheese yeah
Pullin' up sweet you know I'm about to hit it
Takin' that L you know I just wouldn't