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and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this

made it up
Play with the gang, K hit his face up
A day, this shit ain't made up
Five racks on his head if he wanna play, yeah
The gang, but I'm gon' play

Been three-hundred and sixty five days since you've gone away
You kept me in the dark and left me with no words to say
Last thing you told me was

Laying in a puddle full of what I was
Looking up had me dissolving in the sludge
But I'm good
I spent forty days and forty nights
Pen and the pad

my commas really high, (yea)
100, 200, 300 milly, I’m not stoppin' til I reach motherfuckin’ billy, woah
Yea, workin' towards the goal, (yea)
I’m tryna

Yeah)

(V)

(Yo)

Mercedes coupe

Peace sign on the bonnet but I came with goons

Made it out the endz

They really thought I'd make the news

Got my

5 will buy you a hublo,
Steppin stay on my toes still afloat but no I ain’t bragging,
Never no lie to tell I ain’t cappin,
Ain’t heard me say shit if

Down at the ground
Being scared when you see me nigga
Many talk few are here but
We winning by a hair
Blink twice if you see me nigga what you say
Ante

Exposure leaves more room for the light
It's 5 AM, time to go back inside
My God… Tired of this shit… Whatever, man
The days get later, and the weight of my

at the bottom
I used to mow lawns for five dollars
That shit's humbling, teary eyes I'm stumbling
Hungry got my tummy rumbling
Six hundred horsepower

flyer than we is, who you know get' mo' paper

You miss one hundred percent of the shots that you don't take
So why you in this club sayin' you don't

comfortably
Yeah it's back different day, same fuckery
She shawty she ain't fuck with me
'Til I got my Lexus will someone tell that bitch that they made by

Uh! Oh!

Sporty Thievz

Even Cheaper

1999

your receipt, fuck sweet and far from it, 

which one of y'all want it? 

Hundered shop by the hundred, y'all cats will never want it 

Gun it,

Young Americans

98 Mute

98 Mute

1996

friend, a hundred grand or a five dollar bill? 
There's something wrong and it's our government. 
Is this the way that it has always been? 
Can't sit

streets omo best believe
One bottle two bottles omo mahn give me some more
Four bottle five bottles give me more bottles to pour
Shrine way for that gelato

cool, they vibey, wavy
Don't make a fuss
Back in the day he would sit on the outside wishing he was one of us
I move and I step ain't letting em know

one
Homie ain't know I was with it drew down off the teflon
Three hundred blkout they go through his left arm
Riding round with some shit nigga done

motives
I’m getting paid 
Glock on my waist
An the bank was loaded
Running my city an
Plus, I just ran up 100 on janky promotors
I’ve been at war with

I rose up
I don't need no label to pay my P
Your one million couldn't sign me
I wear B.Malone a lot these days
'Cause man got tired of Nike
I'm

Sex, Ima Expert
You Gon Love A Nigga Bet By Tha Next Verse
Raw, Set, Thaz Right (Thaz Right)
Lets Ride (Lets Ride)Cruz Slow
Thaz How Stretched Out In Tha

Me and Midgy should've won the Cannabis Cup
I-I ain't put no plaques on my wall yet
By at least five, I'll send those packs to your doorstep
In

and silence meet
Blue waters of Santa Maria
Sanctuary, where the oceans still breed

Then day comes to an end
And twilight's falling

Fishermen are gathering by

Parents couldn't afford 'em
School was borin, started hustlin
Runnin with them wild niggas that
Was scorin on Fordham these fifty bags
Give me a hundred for

We ain't no ordinary niggas out here baby
We know the key code money, power
Respect if it ain't at least five hundred
Thousand then it ain't a check