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This was way before I charged a couple bands for a feat
Back when we wasn't even worried bout talking on people beats
120 that's what we was charge

back then I 
Jack off in a bean stalk with the corpse
I'm cold like rock in the north or popping a 
Wart like a big man shots on the court like your 
Mom

a whole lot of weed
Back off tour like what
Give it up for the new kids
Nigga I ain't tryna be the new Wiz
I'm just tryna do it like Snoop did
Too

path end up right, no cash
Back lash; taken by the rage when the verse starts (ay)
Look at me go, watching me flow
But how many rappers have done said

playin' checkers, I play chess, that's why I'm thinkin' it through
Make it fizzy every time, I mix the gin with the juice
Your life a hoose, I know you're

mama 'cause I'm payin' my dues

Tryin' to hold on to my little chunk but now but a punk

In the parkin' lot bumpin' his gums with his teeth in the trunk

so I'm finna get mad
Grab a bitch by the hair when I hit it from the back
Run in Hell with A.A.
Energized for days
From the brick of yay
Straight from

then I showed you the ropes
drug you from the depths, now you call me dope, you can see alot, just increase the scope
choke off the enemy, bring back

I've been slidin by myself lately it's fuck a nigga
I told my bronem don't look back jus keep yo foot onna petal
I've been fightin demons that somethin I

Look, ayo really got no other option
Just live by the code and plot the hole
A pot of gold don't have
To compromise my soul pies get sold
Proceeds is

got a lot, and you only got few
I cannot fall, there's no lace in my shoe
Whole 'nother level, feel like I'm in Space
I'm making moves, I boogie like

fore it was cool, I'm an outcast
Trying to out run my past don't wanna look back no
Skipping school and flipping weed because my ass broke
Potent Trax

must say so
Looking at the boy like there he go there he go
Green and red on me no Meco
I got niggas on the cloud tryna jack the flow
Bitch you know me I

Guess who's back, back in black
Wait wait, don't tell me, I know this one
Umm
That Jackass Cracker with the Half-assed rap
Oh, that half crap a few

a flame to the torch
Preassure put the flame to my ass whipped the range for the porsche
Whipped the paint off the frame cuz the aim was grab it by force

thought was on 21 face
Blunts blazed, like mascots
I pull up, I score, they run away
I send back shots, wait pause
Fuck 16 bars, I write 8 balls
Wait, halt

taught me to get over the top
I'm jumping the hump
I'm keeping a pump at the back of the - ( Sike )
A lot of you niggas officially doubting me
Cuz I'm not

but when he seen me he got blown off the map
Twenty shots in the clip I be giving out jacks
No doctor but I'm really giving out shots
You ain't scoring

with it and I don't want no drama
But almost caught it in the backyard
at your mamas we're in the parking lot
We're down by the track as cars went by

I

Put a on my vocal
Mix it and run this shit back
Gotta wrestle with the strap
Beat the case it ain't rap
LEDs in the ditch, that's a hater's pay back

of money like finders keepers (Money)
Disappear, then pop right back out, the champion hide and seeker (Gone)
I'm sick with it, I'm getting hot as a rising

lungs
Been back 3 weeks now they speaking in tongues

Your lil bro mad cause he move like my son
So buy him a shrink or go buy him a gun
I don't give

ty stick (what?), on a broomstick (yeah)
because a nigga like me like to shake right
Now watch me jack off by your mother's gravesite (did you know

When you feel alive
Passing right when you feel alive

We passin by the city light around us window watchin
Cant see the stars from here that light