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til' I'm balling like Migos hey (like Migos)
Wait til I'm hot just like Quavo hey (like Quavo)
You know the flow is so fuego hey (uh)
She drinking me up

A faceless man without a name
A destination without a way

Do you know what it feels like to be all alone
With no place like home because there's nowhere to go

Deadly but steady aim, I cry "tears of the sun"
That'll burn the iron hot, as I'm piercin' through your lungs
It's strung by my drug dealer's doses

get the pass, no fumbling
I can handle the flow and the beat like I’m juggling
I’m doing this so I don’t get fined
Respectfully declined
I was forced

anti-social
I'm anti-social, I'll never leave my city
Staying local

Been afflicted by the loose lips of side women and some
Thick, thick hos, who swerve like

sliding when its hot
Worlds worse barber taking too much off the top
See in my city we be drippin and we swag different
Pull up on the wrong side banging

talents runnin low
Be like Arthur pull that shit up out the rocks
Kill the king and tell him that the mans not hot
This ain't rap this ain't pop this ain't

up 
No worries momma imma get ours 
I need the beans that's by any means 
Lenox ave til the death of me 
Repping l's with this tec on me 
We sip

survives in hot and cold weather
Im not a rapper just concise me a story teller
Its time to get rich im telling you its now or never
They say don't never

Promise we're fine
I want all that for you plus more, we will get by
Life ain't easy, please believe me
Ma work too hard for us to live on Dream Street Fly

on a bender,
Off the wagon and on a trend sir,
Hit the sweet spot till it's tender,
Then after we hot return to sender,
Then it's on again, we never stop,
Keep

me hot as the sun
I'm black as all day and night
I hope to cook something you like
Shit I hope you know I like to write this shit
Cause rappin is my

embarrassed by this shit
On a higher level so i flex
Driving me insane, Driving me mad
I am Rad and Rad is bad
Pop u hoes like a tire that's flat
I'm so famous,

parties gettin' dances on the wall
Now you see a nigga lit and I'm the shit just like stall
Motivated by the money swear I gotta have it all
Brodie right

I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be no B-list celebrity
Keep that Glock by my feet
Born and raised up in these streets
Duckin heat,

shake it til yo panties by yo ankles
Shake it, shake it, shake it like some bojangles
I wanna c u get loose like a goose
Aye give her mo shots cuz she

and throwing you over the hood of the topaz
didn’t work out so well. We spent too music time laughing as the blanket I placed over the still hot metal slowly

of one and there's so much more to be done
And I'm tired of bein' a nice guy like it's no more havin' fun

We tryna rain on y'all parades because it's

the handle
You know that we got that bitch jumping
Like Hot Sauce
And we put it on everything
Nigga I don't need the scale
I might as well go and eye ball

But no retainer
Throw your hands up in the air
Tryna juggle hot potatah
Like Henry's 3rd wife you're tryna Seymour (RIP Jane)
But this L comes like it's

Pussy galore Coming in by the bundle
Tell Magen come be my hot girl for the summer
And bring all the baddies my homies gone love em
Got henny and weed

School's out
I'ma beat em like a bully by the flag pole
I pledge allegiance to being a true asshole
I remember days when the heater was the gas stove
Now I'm

doing it all by myself like Lamar on a fourth down
Air pods at the ready to cancel noise yall opinions rehearsed now
Naysayers hearing four-Tress rap

a quick dash
Then we fade into the ash
Or dropped into a casket
So strike it like a matchstick
Get your goals hat trick
Live ya life that's it!
Drink like