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by your lonely 9 outta 10 these negus phone
Fuck the drama don't get caught up in the mix
Keep it solid mind my own stay out my business
I been doing
it's U
I just bought some V lone pocket full of blues
Elevated on these niggas that's a W
Never was my girl so can't be my eX
Every time you ask Y I say
They told me to stop making black people music
But every good genre invented by black people
Now we the ones that use it

Black artists invented
black excellence (what else?)
I cook dope all day, I'm the GOAT wit' it

Niggas in the way, I see money I'ma go get it
.40 on me now and if I freeze I
watch it take it to court
And the judge will just drop it. Slamming
Gavel like black bodies dropping bigger business
Policing and Copping we riot
earning those residuals (Shred it Gang)
ProducedByTyler (Tyler) man we just dropped an album (Black Market)
Been a long time coming Earth Yarb, this
I've got a black ski mask, but I don't ski
But I snowboard, dash an MC off-piste
If one of you try and violate me
You get a punch in the face with
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
apprentizice to follow
Basazi cover lzine
Lots a practizise to holla'
And if y'all sukrazi
This language come and speak it too
To the doo doo bounce
Say worda
Wait until it fades to black
Ride into the sunset
Would I lie to you?
Well, I've got something to say
Grab your six-guns from your back
Throttle
Mix it up 
Mix it up with the stuff
Mix it up in my cup
Mix it up for the rush

Yeah 

Mix it up in my stuff
Mix it up for the rush

When ya when ya
Fly
a trapper I do it all when it get cold 
Say a choppa do it all when it get slow 
Use to sell cincos at the Citgo
Made it to a oucho went loko
And always been
a trapper I do it all when it get cold
Say a choppa do it all when it get slow
Use to sell cincos at the Citgo
Made it to a oucho went loko
And always been
end days
Could care less what the rest say
Just turn on any news station
It's like this day and the next day
It doesn't take much to deduce hatred
When
with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and roll
They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is
bitch shoppin, "tags i be poppin"
Sure you got options, but when we mix its best concoction
Shit shaking like maracas, they all gonna mmock us
WISH A MF
codeine fiends
OG by the OZ, and I still owe the weed man down the street
Monster magic off them Xannies, I might have me one
Mix it with the syrup,
I'm incredible  I mix up shit like cake mix 
Keep it blazin hot  rhymes burn to keep you frost bit 
MC's is assed out cause they lost it 
Peep my
bumpin' "Druggies Wit Hoes Again" with my bros again
No, I want the world chico and everything in it
Every beverage with Codeine in it
How the fuck you say
life slip away
Its all fake anyways
What is real man who's to say

All these white lies 
I be sounding little racist
Preach black lives
You be calling me
Now you gotta stand on that shit
She don't know how to act
Put 5 percent tint on that whip
And black it out
Ain't no telling who in here
You crashing
Been down bad from the block
Run fast but we ain't catching up
So we gotta keep going
Been picked on by the cops
Suspect, put us all in the box
But
potentials, abc
That's A double b, y
Another B isn't my baby C
Can't see I, see that name now
Come mess with I, that is me (That is me)
Beat it off, I ain't
nowhere near my ganja
Rap is my bitch, she want steak dinner with lobster
Say it how you mean it, don't take back words like manga
Took the time to conquer,

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