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the vip
Where we get shit dim
Show that v my p
I don't give a fuck about yo music scene
Less the homies on the track and gold up on the beat
See cause we

shouldn't
Fall asleep beneath the shade my head cushioned by your bosom
When we wake up can we make love in the woods no buddies looking (please)
Summertime

when we lockin eyes
So bring your girls and I’ll bring my guys
Cause ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have none tonight
So will you be mine
This

another fast living
Road rage having animal
Lotta folks
Talk like they got it going for
Themselves
But have zero, nada to show
I just nod at shows
Going

cappin' wanna act like that
So shoutouts all the homies had my back like that 
I was mobbing, I was drinking, lived a life like that 
Then I stood up

there's no love
Oh fuck I stumble out the door and roll up
Mama wants the basement smellin' less like smoke buds 
Catchin' feelings I be catchin' on to dope

a hArry potter movie script
Seen sum homies die for dis gorilla shit
And noone show up to the funeral... das how real it get
Young niggas out here trippin,

Chorus:

We then pulled our team up off the bleachers_touch heights I know they can't reach it - I know these niggaz can't stand it
We don't got

one's gonna try and play me
Then let me show you how the games played by Hamza Mahdi
Almighty

Silly Band yeah you told me that you had a mans
Got a couple homies and they shooters by a show of hands
When the bodies drop im right on top doin my

I show em like no remorse at times ignoring they call
Im whylin up in the party and curving them with my boys
But fuck it she trying to dance her body

Wen u losin yo pain Dey amusement 
I don't listen to words in da sentence 

Who foolin I'm scopin the movement 
Difference is I can tell by da energy
Yo

n***a
Im keeping it up
Like my hands In a fight
This aint OovoO or Skype
But my bitch give me face when I like and I love it
Im buzzing you n****s just

Look It's still Pac up in my deck
And you should know this by now
Got This new bitch that's in my city
Ima show her around
Focus my energy on things that

imma crook baby
I be covered up in sauce like a cook baby show you how to look baby
And I know that you be horny when you givin' me that look
I been

of show biz, be bold in this bitch you know it
I need a vacation somewhere surrounded by the ocean
With a studio on a island so my flow can match the waves

with my niggas they critics
They just waiting on bread
Asking when you rise up
Tick tick
About time
Forget that
I'm refining my rhymes
Tryna get y'all

murderers that be religious
They smokin on the opps & for the homies pour a fizzith
Black & mild caps tossed all up in the sewer
Summer time barbecues, all

rhythms
Way too many isms
Not too many killings on the mic
That's why I got real niggas rapping by my side
Boom bap hype
Pull up with the vibes, alright

no dap
The homies been hurting just toss him a pack
I grew with my brother surrounded by crack
Can't get no sleep somebody at the back
I'm cooking it

all grown up still bumping 90's hip hop like it never disappeared
These weak rappers hate it when I always reappear
Remind ya of Craig Mack putting

Uh 

In the sky 
Super high 
It got me teary eye’d 
Fear the guy ? 
Never lie 
Don’t not fear the guy 
Look up in his eyes 
He terrified 
This a scary

When we first met, you were talking marriage
But baby lost me like a miscarriage
I'm a pro-creator with the Pro Tools
Don't need a waiver, this is

them how I held it

Chop the fucking body up and then throw em in the fire
Hear all ya homies sing it sounded like a choir
Burning all the skin up