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I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin' from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by

pick Bob's up
Missin' Mac and Big, the Poppa Jigga, just the power
Missin' Mac and Big, the Poppa Jigga, just the power
No sleep, gettin' to my bag, I

a spiral coz I got a couple flows every verse goes viral

Roll it up
Light it up
Pass it to a nigger that can switch up

I'm on that kinda that a lot

cause I gotta get it there ain't no more waiting
That's how we been getting all this cash From am to pm
In the passenger, by side me is your current BM

door
Don't butter me up
Just cause I'm on a roll
The crackers be mad
Cause they losin' control
I know
I'm on my way
They was all sleepin'
And I woke 'em

problems/ I wanna let the music solve em/ 
dropping tracks yo you tryna cop em? Maybe
You can rock em while you open up the stash/ 
Roll a couple we ain't

get realer
(UH)
Come take my picture
(UH, UH)
Ain't got no relations to Sam Cooke
But I was born by dat river
I'm prayed up everywhere dat I go
I

Dolce & Gabbana on my feet, they look like Bob the Minion
Noddin off up in the driver's seat, bitch, I'm bout hardly livin
Uh, nigga, I'm bout hardly

call us hotheads? I'd
Say we're dead shots
No, you won't get far when
You're held up by Deadlock
Everybody needs a family - mine
Is ride or die even when

look, I got irish in my blood
But I'd rather sit and roll me up like a four leaf clover
Smoke it, get me high like supernova
Astrophysical meteor showers

begotten son of anarchy, don’t spark the,
Dude that grew up on Bob Marley, loving Barkley.
I’m Sir Charles on a Harley, the court is my street.
My team is my

Diamond Robinson
9:29 PM (17 minutes ago)
To me

I know what the deal is 

Sun is shining on me 

Kissing me on my skin 

While I roll up one

Aye Aye Aye
Humble Money
DaReal
Aye Aye Aye
I ain't no dirt up on my name, always been a hundred
Humble money forever, niggas gon either hate or love

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First car on the lot man the leather was so soft
Told the dealership that I'm sold dawg
Had to cop

People that said they love me
I don't know what it is about you
But she's something that I need
I'm in Bob and Louis V, and roll my sleeve
I heard about me

to the corporate lounge
Fuck is you sayin
I'm puffin the grams
My Bruddas roll up cause it's nothing to them
Y'all lookin jammed up, like what
Like water when that

on my hands
PMs ain't no killer but we know there's blood on their hands
I'm speaking the truth and it's hardly a felony
Criminal minds, ain't produced by

instrumental on, by my doley
Adversity make the story, can't wait for consoling
End my night off on the right note when I get to scrolling
"Almost ain't

By the power of soul, I'm compelled
Yoda talk to Buddha lately monkey mind has been scattered
How do I stop the chatter, put it on, digital, paper

high
Off how you tastin' love
All I'm thinkin' about is you
How every time you in my room
We fill it up with fumes
How every time we'll roll you up
You

drive-by shootings
Last drive-by shooting, they span round
I only get in whips that are blacked out
11pm, my niggas pull up in a black BM
Blacked out so you

Wassup
Ahhh
Wassup?
Wassup?
The money make the world go round
And her draws go down
I post up by the ATM
I love dat money sound
You aint got it

heaven too
Roll up the pot
Jacky gon' get it no matter the drop
I want it forever, I want it a lot
Shit, sound like a plot
Shit, baby I'm green, I

Quick switch up of the roll
This sin cast a big stone
Rolling up on that Bob Marley
Tryna make sure the past foggy
Idk who was that shawty
But ik where