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back to the matter that's at hand
You can't write up the m's if you ain't gotta couple stans
So watch what you say you never know who could be a fan

time to hang out
Had to burn bridges sever ties and break them bonds
Elevated myself through separation to go beyond
My childhood made me grow up I lost

All my hoes niggas hatin they can see I'm moving different thou
Got some real game for you, it's just up to you to listen
Every day decisions bout'

deuce of Tris all in my pop
Lately I been on the verge
Grew up beefin' with my opps
Like the Rockets and the Spurs
556s get dispersed
From the projects

Yeah, it's like 8:00 in the morning, but the block still jumpin'
Fuckin' around, by 9 o'clock, I done made like twenty-somethin'
It's 9:30 now,

the Dirty South, we always throwing foes up
And tryna make it out, back then I was lost in my ways
I ain't have a route, my bitch be quick to piss me off
All

Waiting debating which moves I'm making
Trying to lock me up
Never too clever
Resisting arrest so I chunk up the deuce in the middle finger
Punk

Dick in her mouth, she chew that
Birkin bag fit the trey deuce
In the kitchen, crack the window, the fumes
Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two

for less
Aint no stress, nigga aint no stress
Cooking with it up with the fire the heat
Smart flow cold, talking 7 degrees oh
Hey man this coming with

the fumes)
I'm just tryna keep my cool
Like watching everything you love burn up in flames (into flames)
It's kinda entertaining when you this insane (this

stuntin, you hate it and you love it 
Got a problem we discuss it I'm a farmer and a hustler 
I can pick a field of pussy niccas line em up and rush em 
Just

where I where I come from

I'm from the deuce nickel trey city of destiny 
If you don't like what I say stay far away from me
Always repping the 253 until

Cultivated by the realest to be cultivating
Fuck it
I ain't trying this shit easy
Everybody out here clones I'm just tryna be me
Eating any rapper any beat up

to the moon
I'm in the back of the coupe
And I'm throwing up the deuce
Bumpin' to tunes
On a lazy afternoon
I'm in this moment of truth
This moment with you

Yeah
Good morning
Wake up Mr. West Mr. West Mr. Fresh
Mr. yeah by himself he so impressed
I mean damn did you even see the test
You got Ds

to wait for my time
For all I ever wanted

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Boop boop
Right out the coupe deuce
Came from the hoopty proof
Gimme the loot loot
I'm Up like the roof ,

Getting my sag on lift the front end up
Let the ass end just drag on
Me and a couple of loc niggas
Up in a rag rome five deuce and six zones
Six treys

the mirror

Hard to shake unwanted feelings
Overtime it gets no clearer
All this bottled up emotion
Mixed with pride is what I’m in fear of

Neither here nor

out my, stop it
Scummy niggas creeping right by my side
Boosted up on some shit unprescribed
Live alone til' the devil need I
Drunk alone how a nigga

How the fuck you get lined by a bitch
She want me and the bro, so we flippin' that bitch
Nigga talking like they were legit
We gon' bend through

time they tried to
Get up in our sitch
Which - by the way - is gettin mad played out
Mediocre and pushy - think he got the clout
Ay - we said nah like

sitting pool side
Young nigga tryna hop up in a new ride
No question
Not the interview type
More blessings
Got the Jimmy Choos right
Dope session
Lit up

on this big drip
I mean this lifestyle, gotta stick out from the crowd
Demand attention, get a section by da DJ booth
Play close attention
Send a bottle

man this a fat ass blunt I just rolled me a deuce
I done seen niggas crash out over hoes, like why is you mad if we fucking her too
I know that some