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my lane I'm solo
But the road up ahead look stormy
Look to the future what do I foresee?
Rich in life by the time that I'm forty
Driving a car you'd

boy. Yea they all gon' laugh at you
Yea, look at me now on my king shit
Number one gunner and they know Tha Chill cream, shit
'64 hopper, non stopper

in my hood
I was peep n' what you was packing
I was lit like a red light twistn fingers up in traffic
I had eyes on you and I knew I had to lock ya
I

a tea bag
Drive by's stand overs we've done that
I'll tie a nigga up like a trash bag 
Run in your house pistol in your mouth 
Niggas were the stash

you know the villain be getting the numbers
It's up and down like its the dow jones
Ok I think that I'm up in my bag
If they keeping you fed then don't

with thousands of revision
Division by Z-E-R-O Undefined
An echo of somebody, personating that’s a crime
Here’s a code unlock the universe number 369
432

and the mob On that Wiz Khalifa style 
You know my slogan they Screamin' it every time I see a Crowd 
Who you kiddin' dude been Spittin' tell me who contendin'

Facing football numbers talking 30 yards
I didn't believe it they was saying that you killed the homie
I knew the truth cause he told me that's my one

jump
If you want me on the stage
Your paying for my elevation
It's the great one
No relation to the fakes ones
Around the way
Trying to state dumb
On my

With my feet up
By the shoreline
Trust you ain't smoking like me
Unless you know a grower
I knocked ya bitch
Fucked her once
Now I act like
I don't know

a hatchet so I sought to hack it

Suicide attempts the numbers raising with the rent
My fathers absence left me bent I can't believe what I've received these

as coco butter lotion
Smoking halitosis
My style is so atrocious
Pay homage when your approaching
If your slipping on your pimpin
It'll be your bitch I

actin' like they chill like my neck
But these "snowmen" swag some dumb shit like the crew-sweater-neck
Chinks could be blinded by the floss so specs is

Girl I ain't average and you know I really mean that

Wasn't born with cash but it's busting out my jeans now
Venom in the tracks, VPN viper sleeve out

Ready to Blow

Bugzy Malone

Walk with Me

2015

was known all over my postcode
980,000 views later and I'm noticed by the MOBOs

I'm ready to blow, I'm ready to blow, I'm ready to blow
Back then

hunt you down
She just wanna know me cuz her boyfriend
Always play my songs
Got a bad bitch on a pill
She keep asking me to bust inside her
And I beat

fucking listening
I'm shining so bright, like I'm glistening, gotta get This paper, need millions,
The one by my side, that's who I vision with, not a Cocky

They don't know my pain the price I paid they can't afford it
Barely staying sane but I can't fold that's on my daughter
From the trenches

When I'm thrashing clapping
Buns you know I make her scream
But soon I'm done clapping
That she get dropped like number 3s
Said my heart cold as fuck

I'm on a beat police roll up
She's on her knees hands on each of my nuts
It's about to get graphic
Watch that ass clap like that ass was elastic
I'm not

die, no chance we'll try to survive
Anyway you're way too young, displayed by your actions
You always ignore me when I'm right
Communication's number

number two
Glock ain't got a body yea
Yea it's a virgin foo
He was talking crazy about my people I had to murk his crew
Crazy about them cats damn you

home with our family we learn the rules How to live, share and give, give thanks fe di food and roof Respect one another should be number one rule

I take
Time to make my shit great
Haters hate as I create
Been sleepin' way too long
Livin' wrong, finally wide awake
Got a code I'm livin' by
I swore