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a problem
We drop a bag on 'em, top dollars
And for a Cuban link collar
My lil' nigga Monte go and pop yah
I got shooters where you lack, I got Brooklyn

go by
They sellin' off I go buy
Scared money don't make none so I stay unafraid as I ride
You bought in too late and part ways too early to make

making sells to pay the bills and get my people fed
I be smoking dope and sippin' lean so I can go to bed
I could get your hoe to set you up and show me

On the top flo is where I wanna be like Don Jones

Get me my big break
Smoke every rapper in the booth like I'm takin a cig break
To go to war with my mind you

May I say this while I got a couple on my hit list 
I leave the club 
With a full cup 
The bill already given
Monday her head frizzy but by Friday

in your backyard, nah that doesn't count as a living
Bump stock, ACOG, mag-fed, bipod
Colt-made by a 'death-god', now I'm T-bagging his dead bod

Give me dope 
Bring yo friends 
Where you been 
Let me hit
I'm a send my information

Oh
Here you go 
Why you trippin' on my phone 
'Bout this bitch

One By One

Banks

Anything But Words

2016

go
Never ending trials I am facing
I don't want their wives to mix me up
I'm all fucked up today
My lucky friend says your luck will end today
I

of bills
Gotta make more than the last guy in a test of wills
Gotta stretch these single dollars as far out as they will go
When will they snap? I don't

to your hood
On a drive by
Shooting out the window
Screaming die bitch die
Hit marker sounding
Send um up where the birds fly
Morning after praying
Up

And the things he once dreamt are now faded and gone
Where’d the time go, seems just yesterday
He was dancing and drinking, living his way
His dreams as a drifter,

a member of society

(One, Two, Three, Go!)

But the truth is: that doesn't fly with me
If the system doesn't work, let's build our own communities
Where we

Unknown by many reclusive the setty
I get seshy not ketty that's cabbage not spaghetti
Rest in my peace my nanny Betty
Chose my name it was destiny

Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta

my pocket
So you better run for cover when I
Up this bitch and pop it

Tryna go off in my pockets
Hit a nigga where he thinking (Oh yeah)
Them jitta

They try to send me to jail, I ain't playing no monopoly
Cost you three bills to pass go have your bread before you're crossing me
Better do it

Over and over I tell you the truth
Though in fate of your fate and fate of your character
You go on your way the essence of failure to see with eyes

devoured by fire. I’m never to tired to shower burning embers on cowards. This is Hell where we dish out pain as a daily allowance. You weren’t sure if it

just born.

I met my mother's great-great grandparents in the Warehouse of Souls
Where the frozen weather keeps everything quiet
Waiting for each to be

felons, gun stealers
And dope dealers
And I’m from where coke is captain
And you can buy whole in the back
Of your block, in a napkin
By themselves,

Wave
Fuck around and you'll find out there's just no way
I need these pounds I want my crown I gotta say
I hit the ground and found my sound and by

Comes a time in everyone's life 
Where just can't sit and watch the
World burn anymore

Uh

Fight for the future 
Fight for your children 
Fight for

the children
I'm feeding them chicken yah
I'm feeding them chicken
They stepping on birds, I send it the distance yah
I send it the distance and I get the money

the pieces
Now let me get it back, I'll lease it
How we go from that to ain't speakin'
Fucked up, how that shit, I turned into a demon
I'm chillin' now, so