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to the soul
The its one shot, gun shot, 6 and 4
Fires in the desert, keep your feet on the floor
Then your rising, shining, take your time
Gonna rise to the top

ask me why I'm trapping
Cuz BIGTRAPPIN that's who made a way
Fuck these hoes after I get my nut I pass you to the bro
You for the gang, Ian got no love

I was told go,
till me and my growth got stopped by the ends of every 
road
without the knowledge or faith that’s needed to make a 
leap 
without

really scared to be my enemy (yeah, yeah, woo)

I've been nice since Vogues and flat tops
Maurice Malone and crack rock
When will all of this cap stop?

I always panic 'cause I never have enough
I wanna be more like the people that I love
What's wrong with me? A lot of things
Don't wanna never look

shh
Like you be quiet
She say she with whatever well OK
Den let's get on it bust in the top, OK Den
He wanted beef, OK Den
Been wanted smoke, OK Den

a lantern
Jack o lantern frequency is combined
I catapulted the culture
This type of aesthetic, is hard to come by
This shit is so rеtarded
It's labeled

The family ain't playing that
This is what it is, I made the bed
I gotta lay in that
It's lonely at the top, and if it is
Then I'm okay with that
Love from

Get struck by lightning
Sometimes a Quiet Ones the
Lion with the 9-iron
Just like my will I'll leave my
Rich thoughts for those conspiring
Talkin to my

through my skully top
Fucking racist cracker
I was pissed cause the school they told me
"Look up to this bigot piece of shit"
Yeah I dress like a rapper

now
We gonna hit the skis
Top dog, pup stay down
Plucking off the fleas
When that drop hit that block, dip it clock
Dip it?
Bet yo main bitch gon' hit

villains and they affiliates
And we in this bitch uhh
Peach, Ciroc by the bottle boy
And I'm in the club with a
Model that you cannot avoid
You see that

the fucking ballcourt without
Hitting a single child
Hop in the Beamer, Pigeon popping the nina
Getting top in a steamer
Scoping rock in a Tina
Hooker, that

could bleed in a pot
And make a soup that’d go
For 10 dollars a pot

En la calle
On a collision course with incarceration
Consumed by the lies

back, no tops
Flippin’ and whippin’ either way
I get the drop
Pick up the spliff and pick up
Your face with a shot
Handle my business and celebrate
It

Shit on and get no respect (I know)
When the people you love don't believe
Until they see a check (yeah)
So I'm throwin' the peace sign
In the meantime,

out then I'm pulling the trigga
Real top boys deliver cack four killer
Live and direct if they try and block shots
Then I pass to my gena let em eat

that you love me
But I ain’t seen em in months
I'm on my way to the top
So tell ya plug I don’t front
Keep on hating on me that 45 is a must

Drippin

TROUBLES 
Written by Leon Howse/Ger Madden/J.P. Proulx

I’ve got some troubles
Burnin’ in my head
Live like a boy, but I’m a man
Can’t change nobody

like fun 
 And look what i just won 
 Became the captive of this fucking love 
 Run run run run run 
  
 Where to go, where to start 
 Close your eyes

Every state they cop a picture
Lotta grace in my charisma, I was heaven sent
The accolades across my letterman indicative of blessings in
Touched by

know, but for what it's worth

I made you my whole world
I made you my whole world
Screaming at the top of my lungs, I love you, my girl
Always in

Baby Baby, Opened up my eyes
To a brand new day
With you waking by my side
The long lonely highway, led me here to you
I’m pinching myself, could it

Espy rb1 spot, Ezekiel Elliot (keep feeding em)
Betcha by golly (geez)
Prince rogers so sorry 
Thank god 4 our blessings
Araminta her prancing (Harriet)