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bluffing nah fuck it thanks for nothing

Head coach let's play
Giving a pass to the backstage
Two chains blue Jays cava the sauce at my age
Stick up

Shawty say I'm the world's greatest, Loony Ali
Po' me up a deuce, I'm tryna score like Kyrie
Put it on his head like he David Tyree

Bitch, I'm way too

'round by my shoulders, changed your life
And I ain't blowing up, man, I'm going to the sky
And you niggas can pull up, if you really wanna die (Yeah)
Me

on your pinky
Rocks (Yeah)
What's that wrapped up in that rubber band?
That's knots (Woah)
They say, How'd you get your life like this?
That's knots (Woah)

pardon me ma'am
Ill pick you up at 9, but I'm already on 10
Ohh Where have y'all been
I can hear em screaming, but fuck that
I can't hear them cause I'm

I'm afraid
Sent a band to my mans, told him re-up on the stash
Smokin' gas by the ounce, we ain't smokin' nun' wack
I'm a dog with your bitch, she let

at yo pad(on god)
Ain’t finna order Lyft when U done bitch catch a cab

This Chop make him Diddy BOP like he J-LO(jig)
Just woke up off a deuce where tha

knock me off my pivot
I ain't never fucked with squares
I went up another level
Niggas trying to take the stairs
I don't want you by yo self 
I like my

on residuals
Maybe financial principals
But not your guac and dinner rolls
I'm tired of my intellect
Surrounded by these imbeciles
Shitty ass individuals

could never be the same
Tired of excuses
Chucking up the deuces
When these slayers come around
Steady trying to induce us
These days
These chicks looking

broken when you fall
Try and open up and talk, a loved one is just a call
Away from all drama, stay focused strong and tall
Take the fear within your

Bruh, you know what I mean
My young self stay wishing this was all just a dream
Can't mask this shit up by chasing that cream
Distractions don't work
It

from the cornerstone
Deuce say, "get out your comfort zone"
My paranoia's gone
It's bring your own seat to the table, I pulled up a throne
And pray for

that i got
Taking them pills man that shit had to stop
All of them days man I never forgot
taught me a lesson, I changed up the route
I wish it was it

deuce while I talk my shit
Not to make this shit too complicated
But when rap goes dead I'mma have to save it
Talkin' C.P.R. get the paddles baby
Pass

Christ is what I know and don't assume
Present your opposition understand I'm rooted and consumed
By his holy majesty haters getting mad at me
Now ask me

a dime-a-dozen, I ain't really trippin' mane
Switchin' language in this song, Il fait du soleil
This gas, it is so great
Fucking you on first date
Breaking up

hard, compare it to number 8 in LA (Kobe)
No more making excuses (yea)
If your energy's off, I'm chucking my deuces (up)
Girl, you killing me softly
I

and roll

Living check to check, you dropping $50 on the hoes
40 making niggas lean back, I know you thought a joe
While you buy a pint to drop a deuce

Yeah it's alive
It's alive

Yeah, Yo
I must be some kind of Frankenstein
Peep the way I'm designed
With the 9 by the waistline
Don't waste your time

the deuces up
But now it's two hands
More peace, than i wish you'll ever need
It's some things that you say but you wouldn't mean
Cause I know that if you know

her 
Mascara on my zipper, then twist and flip her 
Hit her like a babysitter watchin' a motion picture 
Niggas think she's a stripper by her hips

the end of time

This is the life and the path I chose
Been in line with my king the ruler
All the way up when I chuck my deuces
Giant steps and im

Real Hustlers

Gotta Boyz, Partners-N-Crime

Whiteboys

1999

on the southside
We got plenty money plus we all got them fresh rides
Creeping through the hood in my candy painted old school
Seven deuce Cutless choped up on them