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hit a lick, I swear I lost a prof'
I'ma teach my lil' nigga how to live and how to rob
Nitties, made them wait there
Thousands by the same stairs

to držať lowkey

Ďalší deal signed, rob keš, jak ho robiť vieš
Chceme ho stále viac, nech nás vrecká do noh búšia
Môžeš kľudne na mňa check, daj test, daj

výhru, ale keď príde, aj tak to držať lowkey

Ďalší deal signed, rob keš, jak ho robiť vieš
Chceme ho stále viac, nech nás vrecká do noh búšia
Môžeš

niemożliwe
Zawsze staję w poprzek jak jebane Ever Given
Nie zjadłem rozumów wszystkich wiecznie pytam (what)
Nigdy nie rób denialisty ze sceptyka
Chcesz żebym

Nobody got all my ENERGY

I feel Like I been for 58 days
So lil bitch I don't talk get out my face
I look up to the sky and I throw up my grace
But this

jams I'm just living life
Smoke in the air and you can see it in my eyes
I got a thing for the kid i'm tryna catch a vibe
Wanna lay you on your back

money hop out that mini van
See em in person nun funny like what that shit you was saying
Ahahahaha
Get Money Team
Free Lil Cuz Jojo Out That Jam Man
Gang

drugs
So I was tempted
A lil weed
Nothing serious
But see the method to my madness
Was the angel dust
Only the strongest soldiers can relate to this
A few

to the money, but
Can't hold they hands
This the shit you really wanna jam
Each and every day
Pass the bitch to mello, gone head boy
You can take the cake
This

shouldn't have to fuck for free

So I tell her
I could make you hit them high notes, acapella
Spanish lil' thang, nice face, ass better
She always comes

the positives overshadow the negatives,

throughout these sentences the illest penmanship,

handcrafted by your nemesis and make my mark throughout

these

my eyes
That's so attractive
Bag the cash in

Naked photos on my phone
Freak text
She won't leave me alone, savage
This back in '09 
Just a lil kid

Yeah muthafucka
You got the album
Now meet Bullet, Foe Foe, Cell Block, Full Clip
And I'm Lil' Shank
This Psychopathic Rydas muthafucka
Cut em all

'cause a lil man

mike and hand make a jam, dedicated this cut to the ladies.

mission on the set getting payed never fade.

Now who you know can flow like

like you  

But Now you know what
Mama?s lil boy is growing up
I been in the streets running
And Now I know whats up
I got my own now by playing this

Then Lil Wayne, Fat Joe, "make it rain on them hoes" 
I snap my fingers, I do my step
And I can do it all by myself
Anywhere you meet me, guaranteed it's

and remember God put me in this place

Think about times when I was just a lil nigga I got it on my own and it feel great

Don't put my trust in nobody so I'm

it can't fold
Digit's coming by the load
Keep that vision on the low
Don't want war I got that Kobe
I come clutch I scored a
Goalie ya'll lil niggas

him in a hearse
Free LB, gotta hold that bird
Hate getting get stopped by fed
More time I forgot what I had in my pocket
If he gets close then pop it,

a scam fetish
Shooting jacks down to ATL, Cam Reddish
Human Torch with these got my hands sweating
Shaq with these 201s, bitch
I'm a jam legend

Bounce him

Cause they don't jam
I could sell you some Ak
Bullets for have a man
I'm back in this bitch by popular demand
Till the feds come & get me
For them credit

Turn this life into a lifestyle
Drive by turn a niggas lights out
Going crazy in a five star
Say she wanna take another bite yay

That’s right going

noggin'
To tact, 2 twin Glocks
Put a beam on his back gang, gang
If the pole jam up
He get beat up wit' knockers
Bando got shot, he got sent to the doctor

from Lil
Fame and Billy Danzе (Brrrrt)
Pistol whip you with it if the blicky jam
Eliminate thе middle man
Get it from the source
Smoke you like loose