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the Mayback
Talking really slick why the fuck you gotta say that
Niggas lost they dad but I just think he never came back
Who the fuck are you cause I got

haters go poof
Achoo
Sorry bout it I'm allergic to goof, that's you
The phony rappers never telling the truth in the booth
Witcha feet up can I tell you

newton, knew to punch his face
At lunch the next day he had nothing to say
Musta lost his appetite cuz he didn't like how my fist taste
Raahh

I don't

the hell
How was I supposed to react
I was thrown right into this, lost my innocence
And never got that shit back
Now I'm approaching 30 and still I'm

dropping you inside the casket, rot into maggots, needa be disciplined
Not about to work but you always wanna front
You ain't never been a member less you

This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me

the music in front of them
I know people that run from the sharks and prunus
That's never been me I be hunting them
I came a long way with the music
I still

she impressed by the flex
Yeah im saucy
I know you frustrated
Since the day that you crossed me
Told you im the best
Now you stressed
Cause you lost me

Stunting for my friends like "Watch
A nigga check this bitch" "Hey bitch
You better have my mother
Fucking money by Thursday"
"I'm sorry mom just go with it

yesterday, I don't see no better way
If it's mula that'll be made till Saturday
I'll be there on the dot, I ain't never late
I won't sign by the dotted

that right now I'm not the One
That they want to hear
I've only just begun and idgaf if they Don't want me here
I'm just passing by
I'm on cruise control

I love the beat
I lost the beat
I keep a couple Angels on me
Some nu nu Philly tier
Pray over beat
Destroy the Matrix
Fuck a racist
They say

people care
Right in front of their face
They act like I ain't even there
Im in the middle of the road
In the middle of the road
When I get a little low
Im

at Hi-Lite still
UGP on the track, we do a drive by kill, brrrat

Verse 1: Lyricks
Knock knock, who's there? Half of the YOX
Hi-Lite mob with a couple

don't expect karate
I ain't runnin' with a clique, nigga, one-man posse
Bitches over money, that's exactly where he lost me
Shit on Instagram hoes like

promise I'd never cross the nation
But the boy's a man
I guess I lost my patience

This is my Michelangelo this is that fly-fly
This is for Hov and Jay

understand what was the goal?
Standing ovation for your role
You push me over like a plow
You blew me out like a cloud
I get lost in the sound
So what's new?

I lost what was left to lose
Privacy, sanity, thirty day spent about 90Gs gambling
Grind like I'm famished
Still ride with them hammers
Try

ain't even gone front

Man, you know that I'm missed em'
Tooly gon' blow like a whistle
My nigga a felon, but he still gon' keep him a pistol
Best, watch

Our Thing

Ghetto Commission

Wise Guys

1998

I'm from the dirty south where niggas go to prison just by word of mouth
Slangin quarter keys to make them G's is what it's all about
I was brought

There's a Price 2 Pay

Afroman

Sell Your Dope

2000

smashed down the street
Trying to get rid of the braud
But her mama standing in the front yard
Lookin' at me weird 'cause I'm gangsta geared
I looked kinda

I've been in this game for years

See I done been up in this
Game so many years
That i done lost count
Survive. So many missions
Thank God I can see my

said you got the choppa in possession but you couldn't kill me dead boy

You lost that clout something that's bigger than egos
You never have street cred

been where I don't wanna be
I'm tryna time travel where I wanna be and put the future right in front of me
Pressure don't wait
Never will I fold, holding