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If Staxks in your party
Know ooters is there
We all bleed nigga who do i fear
They gone flex
What i'm spending on gear
Fronting for bitches
These

feel envy
Me and DEL30 on the track might put ‘em in a frenzy

Love my bro when I’m down and I owed him
Loyalty is the law we upholding
Smoke my fears

crasher
Like Wu's master, before you come after me
Bitch you better get your cash up

I ain't arguing with no nobody who's time doesn't matter

more than I thought
But this was way before I ever sought to make it an art
A time I'm never forgetting, it's all distraught, is at fault
Accustomed,

can't see
Long time bro what is that a new car key
Girl on my lap she ain't tryna get classy
Bending her back in the middle of the party uh huh,

Wahum

Bash your father's head in
Take the money, hit the road
Young hearts must expand or they'll explode
Faithless lover
I hope by the dawn she knows
Just

got feelings too
You said what you ment tryna make the news
Put you in the paper
Make you and ya twin brother famous like you
Times two
Sorry this is

the world is all mine
Plus I'm young and black
Only thing I'm missing is my granny and my drop 
But the way the sun shining I might have one by tomorrow
Hold

gotta be nobody hot as D that I just gotta see
Like a Photography I know it ain't and there is no probablies
So fuck you and all of your prophecies

funny how a lil bit a pain numb you everywhere/ downin Henny by da gallon trynna make it disappear/ Did you ever open up & let somebody in/ break it down

me young Jay Hova
I be trippin
cnd the moneys what I lay over
 Game locked
cnd i lost the key
Find me high fucked up
Hangin off a tree

Chorus
You you

I'll grab her by the pussy
I don't really care of it smell like badussy
Beat that thang up like a snare in that pussy
When I finish woo Ric Flair in

dey air youngs

Sixteen rappers pulling up on me like bro we're sorry
I ain't even a pastor but dropping verses got me needing a pulpit
We keep eyes

you keep trading all your hoes I'm buildin up my roster
I got her fuckin off the vibes Lemon drops and lobster
She know a nigga young and turnt asked

enough, we ain't got time to visit
So let me show you what's in store
Tuck the money in her bra, just like where granny get it
Go and bleach the Sosa just

stickin' dick in a vixen?
I used to cut grass, no car, just a bus pass
Now I puff enough gas to fill up a truck, dad
Treat your money like it's under your

like that, you ain't certi' (you can't)
Only time I step out naked is when I'm fresh out the ensuite (fresh, fresh)
I know I'm a rapper, it's sorry

if we talk logistics
Yeah
Feeling like the big bro
I'll never little bro a homie
I think it should be known where you stand
And how you move with your

keeps your head in your cell
All of them likes but you still by yourself
Yourself yourself
You have the right to remain silent
You got the right to remain

Pray to Lord my soul to keep
Blood from my sins it runneth deep
Killed your love now there's nothing left
Standing toe to toe with Death
Knocked

Are you ready for big time
Cause we never give up
Life should be a party
Livin every day, it could be your last
…
Thats the tough enough clan – Angels

powder, snow storm, it's been a tense night
Filing a line outside the club to get your head right
The difference is we line them up and chill at the crib

committed by the hands of time

Oh the universe is whispering but I can't read the signs



So draw me a picture

Paint me a world

So the population in yours

rip it from beginnin' to endin'
I envision the vision, and the pretendin' is finished
Whole team got they hands up cause all we do is winnin' we