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anything just give me a call
Used to be hard but you made me soft
I can’t tell you where I’m going go
But you can come with me I’ll put on a show
I’ll be by

of clientele (Yea)
And still was man when behind cells (Yea)
Grew use to that Ofer that smell (Yea)
You know it was shit if you ask a nigga
Got the baddest

a pool
Man, I'm a fool

I can freestyle on a mocha fuckin
Hold up, fell off, but I'm back on the fuckin' beat
Lossi go fuckin' hard like some damn concrete

Got put in them shackles and still never gave statements
They yell from the rafters and the shit feel amazing
Only hated by rappers and that's cause

you heard me
So don't you dare assert me
Into a different controversy
You say I can't finish my sentences cause I'm in a hurry
You repeating lines, man

time we be woke and challenge every man

Cause if you gotta overlook you can’t over-stand

(Hook x2)

It’s all bullshit

You gotta agree

If they ain’t

leave the time zone
Fuck the city up then it's back home
They ain't on the shit that I'm on
I'm surrounded by mountains get my climb on
Get her wet like

your nigga want smoke, pull a pipe out

Flexing, I did it, bitch I'm the man in my city
I ran that shit up and they know that I did it
Used to fuck with

And the answer still no
I just punched the clock again
I'm wasting time, all this clocking In
I feel by now I should be clocking M's. It's like

old times they were so golden 
I swear my life coastin' 
Slipping by lotion 
I'm a silent man outspoken 
Cause on the track I'm explodin' 
It's a big

decoy
Yeah, you not my gang, you not my twin, you not my slime
Roll a blunt to unwind, watch the time go by
Lil bitch wanna give me that mind
Yeah, that's

what they feed
Think if we work hard we get a piece of the dream
I figured out the secrets they keep
Kill off the weak with a new stream of disease
seems

near divine
But never mine
Got to steal your time
I creep your mind
You've seen the honey vines
Our heart shaped leaves are so intertwined
Hard fact I

the trouble house 
 
Girl, I know you wanna dance,  
C'mon girl, take my hand 
So what you gotta man  
Work them hips into a trance 
Work them thighs until you

and had the tank on E yeah
I just want everything that was made for me
Made for me
I just want everything that was made for me
Made for me
It's hard

no love
Bitches wanna fuck w/o a glove
When you blowing up
Now she wanna come and say what's up
It's so hard to trust
Prob why I'm rolling up alone

[Intro]
Better ease off the gas fool
(NineOne)
We seem to be defying gravity my man
(Omelette du fromage)
The car is on fire player

[Verse 1:

by my taannnie
Maar dit is n mis
So what do i do
Ek smaak mos PacMan moer yoeh
Of KOF Unique
I'll moer u deur your gevriet
With Rugal or iyori
En ek

hard to miss
Yeah they lookin at my waist
And the way that it twist
They know that I’m gay
By the flick of my wrist
My lips so plump
That they wantin’

mother fuccer do
I been told you to get lor crypto you can get a bag or two
When the times get hard I might hit dummy I might bag a few
I tried a mint

and a small waist
I told you, I am the king of the rap school, bitch, now where is your pass for these hallways
No tea, all shade, hit her man and ran off with

Uh, big steppa 
Feelin kinda fed up
Pretty hard to breathe when you surrounded by the pressure 
Told my bitch to kill me if ever try to let up
Its a,

Shoutout uncle Phil, never killed
Never lost a life but I still gotta heal
Making sure the brodie eat so
Imma miss a meal
Blowing through a bag man I really

that
Even though times was hard I thought we was cool like that
I ain't gon act a fool bout that
I'm straight
I thought you was my boo like that
Baby