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hold weight in the city, headlights, can't get no plate (juice)
Takin' pictures of the feds every day, they just wanna see my face (troll 'em)
Say he

suck while you hate on it
There ain't nothing you can say
No debate on it
I ain't phased by the shame or the name calling
Homie, pay homage 
Cause I came

throw it back and I catch it no pitcher's now.
Boy I'm all turned up gon and mix me down.
That's two 2's and a nine but I'm inked down.

Shawty I'm

I love killing rappers, yeah that's what I say
I love killing rappers and it's not a rap cliché
Lots of rappers say they kill rappers habitually
But

and that shit's a lot
I ain't the type nigga get bands and just whip em out
Just know that I was getting paid if I was in the house
Feel like my music

(Y'all ain't puttin' no work in)
Spot a Gz, nigga, I'ma murk 'em
(Nigga, I'ma what?)
I can't wait 'til I catch him in person
Why the Gz puttin' gang in

for discussion
I don't hear a word he say, it all just sounds like fussing
Now we on the front lawn of this old ladies house
She hears the noise

but play by the rules
It's us or them I'm telling you choose yeah
So is you gone ride till them wheels fall off or it ain't no fuel
I be out here

and I'm all by myself. This is everything I got. There's nothing else going on in my life. I'm like, this guy tried to set me up. Now I can't. I have now. I

a standard set by all rappers
Kissing on corporate ass cheeks
I don't drop names I never did
Cause I can say a lot but wouldn't fit all y'all pseudonyms in my

the hate the same shit that got my daddy killed
Wish that I could have everybody at once and I imagine that
Watchin' with no air inside his body, I can't

at a oop & a cop
Trapping out two different spots he having a lot ain’t afraid of taking no loss
His stomach cut like some floss, having these lil bitches

a standard set by real rappers
Kissing on corporate ass cheeks
I don't drop names I never did
Cause I can say a lot but wouldn't fit all y'all pseudonyms in my

to nineteen five
I'm talking fish scale white for these green guys
A lot of niggas say they dope, but these niggas fake
And break it down, then compress it

they impostors
We smokin' good like we rastas They lyin', I'm cool, no I'ma tie them

I'm the bomb and I nuke em to nada I don't spit, I jump, you can't

child
I find myself passing her house then I spin around
She say I'm always movin', ma I just can't sit around
On my ass, 'cause the cash ain't gon'

play, we lettin' off shots
Mmm, I can't trust no thot
Ice my wrist, they say I'm hot
Ayy, cheese, we get a lot
They know I'm him, he mad he not

the news a hundred times
And I just can't see one more Mother drop a tear as her child's coffin passes by
I don't know what to do and now I'm losing it by

call me Drag-On, 
its time to bomb, 
I'll burn'em all 
Till they all say 
turn em off ' 
cause these chicks 
I'ma run em all 
Chickenheads know I be

limbs
Your drunk you can’t handle your drink
A lot of men put their lives on the line
Only God knows what these gamblers think
Sometimes I’m surprised I’m

school life with a fresh occupation 
Without society there's no communication 
We feel a lot of hate, a lot of frustration 
But we are driven by

ya last breath
Na hold stiff
Peep em ina cut oh issa vibe
Chop da sparkin spot
Ironic plot twist drive by
Thru da parking lot
Tough love shidd
Don't

life 
If you gon drive I'll ride , Long as you by my side 
All this fuckin drip forever 
Ain't no edit this a movie nigga I'm the director (skrr) 
You

a lot of shit on my mind
You stuck sill standing on enemy lines
If I'ma run it we better be fine
clways look forward and never rewind
We make the right