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to drive drunk with all my friends
Back in high school and that was dumb as fuck even then
But I'm off that now - you out of touch, where you been
Lord

Top down in yo city and we live
Knock out, first round, not a fight
Blue hundred dollar bills, pussy fallin' from the sky
Pop out, I be chillin', what's

When I spray, you better duck, haze jar in the car
About to blaze it in the Dutch, by the time the blunt gone, you see a hater in the dust
The razor in

a million decisions
And could I get it all wrong
All of my pain is delivered in song
All of my weight made its way through the bong
Smoke it and taken a break

'm head 1st bet a 100 g's I don't crash
93 or better in the foreign that's gas
A loud pack in a cigarillo that's gas I'm riding with it bet they won't fine

I ain't care about rank
This a switch I ain't gotta have aim
I'm a G by myself and wit gang
Fuck a rat gotta blow out they brains
Put a hole in his

another lost boy with a license to drive
I'd go rollin' down the street in my '95 Vette
Brad Breath on the set, how much hotter could it get
A million fans

The clock is ticking on the wall
The world is spinning
While the millions work to justify there lives
They search for meaning 
In their useless

Pocahontas
Doch ein weiser Mann hat gesagt: „Heute keine Liebe, heute Pompa“

Drive-by Shoots in der Siedlung (pow)
Treff' mich nachts mit der Gang über'm

I'm living 
You ain't put this amount work in 
For nothing you live and breathe for 
I put my life in these writtens 
And all these girls mad at me

and
I'd end up on the news and find my body in apartments
But now I'm rapping in this game it's like pick me
A million niggas wanna rap, but shit I pick me

’m one in a million
I’m shootin’ up through the ceiling
That feeling you get when you’re watching films
And root for the villain
We really making a killin’

Voices in my head and them voices got a million questions
No one's here to talk so these songs is like my healing session
And you already know how hard I

You have just entered the mind of a menace
I'm statin my business just gimme a minute
Apparently I have offended some woman, not to mention niggas by

Redneck for Real

Upchurch

King of Dixie

2017

competition 
But you won't hear me go diss 'em
'Cause it ain't gon' benefit me 
Unless their fanbase is a million
I spit .45 rounds up in my sleep, 
Got

We've been through a lot for a minute
But we made it through, feeling like a million
Looking at my past, feels so pleasant
In my present, now I

niggas yell squad
K Camp screaming link up
300 niggas, that's 300 motherfuckers
Trying to get it in by the trucks
I'm a hot young nigga that'll take your

bragging to say that I’m sweet,
She on 2k a month I see,
And I make that back in a week,
You think I’d waste time with a family to feed?
You know, I

in my shoes
You would have felt it
Still got the juice
I'm so unhealthy
I feel like zeus
No one to help me, uh
I'm getting used by the booze
And its so

Look at the man running the show
Heads in the sand 
They don't wanna know
They all gonna go
Go slipping through the cracks
Scared of the truth 
So

Look at the man running the show
Heads in the sand 
They don't wanna know
They all gonna go
Go slipping through the cracks
Scared of the truth 
So

My Section

The Hot Boys

Let 'Em Burn

2003

(Lil' Wayne)
Say Juvenile, in my section they be killing
All day glocks be drilling
You won't catch nobody chilling
Cause we trying to make a million

1Million she gun
Não lido com fakes notório, esses niggas só querem saber se é o Camppus do Plug
Prince de black Margiela e eu Pierre, sinceramente

'bout?
Learn a thing or two

Ayo, this job takes some late nights
Stuck in seclusion suffering delusion
I'm stuck inside of the music
They confused by my