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chilling, I'm not asking for permission
I'm here to show you clowns how a hero 'posed to
Step up to a villain, you rappers lack ambition
Difference between me

and roll
Through any lane yuh
Always ready always laced up
Coz For the team,man I'd do Anythang
Even though I was driven and Tricked
By these pricks and my

done Tsung like Shang
Up the heat and burn him, his bitch screamin
Aang
He leanin' like wock when I flock him, no flame
Project Explizit ain't fucking

feeling
Lean into it
Try to enjoy it
It's also a part of the experience
When I'm at spot the man I'm always showing love
Leading with the heart

Hodson
Call the cops when ya see Hodson
You ate all you could at the picnic
I hope you relapse any minute
Motherfucker, you eat 'em up

Yo check this out

that’s all I need
You know I love you but I’m bad when I show it
I’m tryna make you proud shit I just hope I don’t blow it
But I every time I see myself I

jeepers creepers for homies my and my amigas 
They aint with us? Never need em, negative never see it
No clouding up my judgement, the smoke, I never

This that all the shit I wanted when i was little
This that young nigga shit
Hustle since a jit
I'm Sliding with the stick
I'm To legit to quit
No toilet

acting and if it's for show
Often been told to keep your mouth shut
Still trying to hold the trouble you lug
You're locking it up and harder you clutch
You

you was better than that, dawg
What happened to Cloud 9 and Generation Lost?
You were my idol, just when I thought I'd give up on everything
I heard you

shot down
Youngers selling shots now
You can't tell him stop, how?
Win by any means
Bitch this ain't the chorus
I show you how to stack them p's, teach

we ain't been up
I ain't finna argue about no bitch that out of been fucked
Niggas falling out with they homies about ten bucks
Shots get to dumping,

they own controllers, lost boys don't ever grow up
Jacket wit' the roll up, pop the collar when I show up
Drop the top, in parking lots, I see a cop,

up
Ass up, run this shit back up
My homies call me Squig but my family call me cricket
For the show of your life come on and grab your ticket
Imma take

homies felons I’m just,tryna give em decent jobs
Show em real money help em, Start a 529
Set our kids up so they can live a life we never knew
All it takes

ain’t gotta state they stance, ya hear me…”


When you gotta feed the fam
It’s a lot of heat to stand 
Get the fuck up out the kitchen
Make a lot

is the peace sign
Stressed out by rewinds
Fast forwards and pauses
Just trying to get moms a Porsche
When I can really afford it
And the house that's

Going Farley-hard by the time I'm finished
I'm going til 6 in the morning
Looking for blow in New Orleans
And I still won't quit it
I don't think a little

tape and show you what's in the vault
You hang out with my homies we gon' turn you to some bosses
Regardless, I'm gone turn up like I'm on the Chargers

just rapping to run up the digits I really don't like the attention!
I swear that struggle like a maze got to find your way out when you in it!
Imma

That two times
That's when you say two times is like double
Ya understand hold up hold up hold up
Yea that two times is like you ain't even half

like the hood that we know of
But look, homie, what can I say? 
I was just counting the days
As I chill in the haze
Of my spirit on up by Jermaine
When I

worth more than what you show me
I get the same responses as your homies
You disregard my feelings you don't know me
Should not got too comfortable
I've

my car n toke

Been in plenty of fights

Under these Streetlights

At night

Just to show my might

To my homies like

Whoop my ass 

Ight show me

Had