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Motherfuck the safe side
Bet it all on Black
I ain't took a loss yet
That I can't make it all right back
She enamored by the high stakes That come with this

confused, daddy was raised in a zoo
Mama was lost in the loop, keep thinking I'm pussy

Cause I don't parade with a crew, still break a nigga in two
Had my

Wendy's
I pour the four like I don't want no kidneys
I think Miss Junkie smoke more dope than Whitney
Houston, my perk high come down like Spark a, Black

Aye i'm up i'm ip I'm up
Pipe up 1
Nah pipe up 2
You ain't got no money get some
Shoutout iayze nigga
You ain't got no money
Get some
I got bands,

nobody outrun us
Yeah, yeah, don't get her started
Off two or three shots, she ready to party
That girl so crazy, she ride me like Harley
If I fuck that

She says there's no such thing as true love
It's just chemicals, hormones
In the brain put there by living
To keep life going
I say she's fuckin'

You hear this shit is Eazy, you ain't gotta know the time
Rather be judged by talent instead of the hype
Ain't doing many features, imma set that

love to the system around you
Before the money was real, make way for the round two
Nigga, I don't spit, son, I hawk that acid

Titans, clash when

wearing no rag empty your pockets with the way that I rap
You got to pay me like a white guy even though I am raised
By the streets because the street

Bloodstream, bloodstream, bloodstream
Pessimist my tongue tied tight
Lose interest as time flies by
Filled with drugs I changed my mind
Miserable

Dragging on a cigarette, you start to tell the tale
Wispy clouds of smoke fly by, caught up in a gale
In the night, I hear your cards shuffling away

Absorbed by your aura Im just here to lift you up
You be out the way still them bitches bring you up
They big mad you blow the spot like columbine
I see your

this paper
I ain't fuck a bad bitch, I made her
And I made a bad bitch so famous
And I put up in a black benz draper
When I pull up in a Lambo, scrapin'

bout to clap
I'm the GOAT, you should pull out my stats
I don't want her, but that pussy is crack

Fuck a tacky, I only move tact
Two twin glocks named

“The Dragon” written by: Rahsaan Campbell (RaBillion)

Verse 1: A ill brother, my skills butta, till I’m mil toucher, I’m still gutta, grill suckas,

a lick on King Arthur and copped his broadsword, drive by stabbing, pull off in my new Ford.
8 in the 2 liter I just poured, the opps show they faces

mergers
Now what matters morphed into a
Thread happy thoughts I had to say
Goodbye to birds
I had to more or less disturb the current cycle
Of events by

the two man, Mike and Ike
You wanna talk, I'ma take your life
Niggas be caught down by the sight
I want a wrist full of some ice
She make me scared when she

the back
Going on and on about all the things i say I lacks
No room for steady growth it's either white or it's black
And that's not
How love
Is supposed

into two
Turn five into twenty
Turn twenty to a stack
Then I blew it all the same day
An got it right back
Wasting time I couldn't afford
Livin' by

probably office runs
Partial to the fields how they blossom they hit my heart and strum
South by Austin like two hours the 832 powers
Y dub M hours
Send pack

Looking real fly dressed like Filipino titos
Raking up the fives, tens, twenties, and the c-notes
And I bet it all on black at the casino
Who am I?
Two

the cell like Harvey Spector
Fuck it i'm on bigger things
Gotta go from self-employed to black-owned
Nigga that's the goal, that's the typa shit i'm on
Gotta

look like in person
And what does she say
Two hands together you prey
I'm in orlando like Shaq pitch black
You tied to the rails on this track
Never