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Yo I'm tryna get paid
Y'all know who Oh It's FLU
Blue strips and gold chains my turn no won't wait (No)
Wont get by gon' get paid, my sights set

And just held it down and sent prayers up
Told your ass don't play with us
No love straight hate
Live dangerous
Hey, I'ma pull up with a gang of ghosts
In

we past that 22, three, four, five
Why I'm reading live, what's been leaking out my mind
Taxes and that time, only thing we can decide
All this

Bart
I talk the hoe, you not my bitch, baby, just play your part
Track runners on my feet, gettin' money four by one
Niggas really out here cheap, they

Swerve my way, man, live my way, man, lived away a way
Told myself to fall back off them pills and out the way
Told you I would stay, but somehow I

me
Knock it out the park I've been the Four since i's in little league
I'm really far distant, and I'm really to dark and gifted
To get the respect

Radi on the track!
3!
Ayye! bae, can you hand me a lighter?
Bout to light this mothafucker up!
Dez
Jonez
I'm in Grand Bay, at the Horse Show
In my

pissed like 50 Cent, I would live on the beach
I'd marry, call my wife a bitch, and put my kids on the street
I don't give a fuck, I'm goin' for dolo, four

match
Tim Donaghey of the scene they taking big stacks
So I stay feeding my dreams, I need like six plaques
Bro, I dare a man hit me with a diss track

trying to work my ass off
To be on the mic
I'ma try to end your life
In the middle of the streets
And fuck the record like B4W

This is the reason why I'm

sweet melodies
All around with such ease
Tracks we follow green and dense
Heartbeats loud moments tense

[Chorus]
Jungle journey tales we write
Through

you/replay that/easy/yeah/I'll rethink that/by the way/the cage/was blazed/out of rage/and thrown back/Stone sacks/now you're on that/blown track

Lock on the track
Go
Uh-huh
Wait

Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
They know that

I don't know how the fuck we leave man
Big O's in this bitch
Long live Stank

to see us shine
We'll be fine we don't need yall validation anyway

We just stay out the way collect tracks stack racks till that shit is poking out

Eeny meeny miney moe
How is this supposed to go
Start the thought and tangent off
And where it goes we'll never know

I can live a better life

Let's go
Uh huh
You will no longer deceive me
I got that 47 strapped so I know when to flee thee
Quoting James 4, 8 which says
To submit to God, resist

Were those four years of our lives

And all those old sensations
Break like waves upon a beach
Filling me with past emotions
Knocking the wind from me

where you live
Spinnin through that hood tryna hit a nigga wig
Fuck it do em like boul who got lined by a bitch
Y'all ain't know that niggas die just for

it out, yo
The Michigan Prince is back
Banging on wax with hot tracks
Ain't no rest for the wicked
It's never time to relax
Wicked lyricist, hit

4-5, or a bunch of guts
These niggas wanna get me started, I'm wild out with this party
Better thank twice for you playin' with me, lace ass up like

okani gu na nim ase everyday by what he say
See what anodey like bi yɛ ne sei
Ghanafo pɛ saa put their noses in your case
I mean in your business but for

since we was 4 years old
We even taught eachother how to shot a free throw
Chain around my neck that shit real gold
I'm sober right now I  hope that shit

your chest fryin', the tool spit
Now your set's dyin'
All our lives had to grind on some Goon shit
My wolves hungry
And tonight the full moon's lit

pop 4
Gun him down if the mane feeling macho
I got blood on my Rick Owens poncho
X pill and a tab, now I'm lit up
Bird Gang what I'm bangin', I'm