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keep a hammer inside my backpack
Bro be careful at them parties in L.A., you might get fapped at (Okay)
Yea my bitch, she hella bad, and she get super

To when my daddy had the sky-blue Caddy with the 8 track
Bumpin the O'Jays, the Dells and the Bar-Kays
The Body Rock, block party jam in the park days

To being tough and rude
Kids oversexed
Issues not being addressed
Tell me
What you telling me
Kids having lipstick parties
Boyfriend/Girlfriend slumber

Lame ass nigga who the fuck y'all murk 
Hit a nigga block with a hundred shots then skrrt 
The nigga died he was right by a church 

I think the bitch

von diesem Planeten sein wie'n außerirdisches Lebenszeichen
So viel Clips in der Tommy-Gun
So viel Snitches auf der Hitlist, Drive-bys gehen den

speak on my name in a negative way and they constantly eager to block,
Gimmie my props, they want me taking em, 
Im the one and i never could play with

surprised you ain't heard
If you haven't heard about me in the 8-5-0, I keep that bass bumpin', party jumpin'
Plenty blunts rolled beer in my hands an after

Fuck a nine-to-five
Made ten by like 7 something
Running off on gang? yeah, okay
He know Heaven coming
My Caucasian shooting, yeah
I think he JJ Redick

afloat.

Go and get it by yourself, fuck the party and bullshit.
An I ainu0027t here to preach, you can miss me with the pulpit.
Full clip ready to blow

fucking face
It's Plym, man are you dim?
Catching a whine off an island ting
The IC1, I'm him, I'm he
V to the I-N-C and E
I go by Convince or CV
Got

these niggas mad
I was skipping in tha hallways cause a nigga ain't have a bag
An now we screaming free kakie until we get our nigga back
An by the time

the fact it's real is so appealing
Cross faded as fuck, don't have to feel our feelings
Surrounded by my boys and we all higher than the ceiling
They my

speak sapa remain silent
Life's short we make it slow with codeine diet 
Dem say legend die young buh I can't die yet

We rise by lifting others no be for

get outta line them we doin em in

How tf you killa you aint neva sinned

Im onna block im lowkey ina finn

Claiming its smoke im outside and you in

money for shopping
Ain't got no money to party
Financial aid ain't much
Not even enough for all these high ass books
I'm splurging refund checks, I'm

price,
Keep dreaming, living my life, still grinding to get my shine,
High skills like Tech N9ne,
Rhyme hit you like drive-by,  grab mic and let's ride,

I

Toolz of the Trade

Smif-N-Wessun

Reloaded

black, well-done beef cooker

My tre-eighty kept me crazy Dunn, she had me whipped
In the whip high, riding by, ready ta spit
She like to talk shit,

like Kriss Kross
It took me three years to see how my walk
Did business, third party
Couldn't understand when my plug talk
These niggas kill me with this

lend a hand
Improv was the only time
That I played pretend
I'm being forward
Heard I'm back
(Word!?)
Feel like it's Tenet
Block party
When I get rich

I lace with overdubs

Now wassup, if by some haphazard
You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rap master
Up in the slot where you used to rock
Your

pain like displasure 
But close your hips in nigga you can't win 
I walk around with a scowl and a grin 
Parties try to rock me chicks try to clock me

anytime I get a day off I like writing angry lyrics,
With my friends reminiscing about the days,
When we used to lick a lot of shots on the block 
and go

I survive
You guys can't walk in My shoes
I'm not Your shoe size
I flipped a couple bricks
Couple birds flew by coke white like it got
Blonde hair

....G.....L.....C.....

block the rock, leaving you shell shocked
getting bigger and harder and that's just my cock
he buys loads of draw by the ounce and the block
but he