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bitches from Hong Kong
But their eyes closed like Wong Tong
I'm trying to get my gangs to get along
Keep yapping, my nine like to stay strong

Nigga go back

Kiing Most
Yo

Yes he's sick with the pen
Although he loves men
I'll let it ring if they engage and body ya best man
I'll have em all catching

can't tell me nothing (no)
I get money
OSG the gang this Marathon we running (yeah)
In the lead by 100 yards you niggas out here cuffing (sucker)
That's

hard we be gangin'
No gangster shit is no gang gang
Fuck with us doe and we drive by with a bang bang pow!
Thought I was higher break the limit can go

like a monster
I promise to make niggas sick like that rona
All these bitches they be tripping you can't be nun but a fan
I be feeling like Juwanna cause

Yea yea
lil shawty, my love is magnificent
Them hoe's really irrelevant
It sick to my stomach need medicine
I need your love and your melanin
A nigga

the gang, I ain't need no help
Stay up in your lane, nigga be yourself
Put diamonds in my chain, tryna freeze myself
Motion sick in the range, and the speed

the pavement

I couldn't stay in
Minimum wage
I was slavin

Temptations by the gang
But I stayed patient

Hadda step on the neck
Thought that they was flexin

I got to high school 
I felt bred for the streets
We started a local gang 
200 plus of us in Colorado Springs 
From shoot uts
To drive by's
School was

finna do?

Speakin' up, what is your plan with it
In New York for the
Your school is in the capital
So whatchu finna move?

Oh by the way your income

Ransom
It's a sad day my Brodie locked up
He got chased by the K9's and helicopters
I told him I'll hold it down, until he's ready to go
Just keep ya

is 
Hard to come by can we heal when the world shows no love its 
Feeling like a dream and I want to wake up 
Fuck all the politicians fuck all

and relax
Me and my gang create powerful tracks
Making impact, by spitting the facts
And that's our plan of attack
And that's our, that's our plan of attack

No you not gang you can't come up with us
Living fast better get up with us
My heart fragile about to run outta love
Pull up to the hood in a Trackhawk

Surrounded by family I love my woes
You can't pay me shit to step on they toes
Forever I Gotcha I'll stick to the code
I took a lil break I just had

swear these niggas make me sick I'm feeling nauseous finna puke,
Like ugghh
Like how the fuck I'm posed to rap
I ain't got no inspiration I'm tryna get up

touchin' me
Shawty just gettin' me horny
Baby what you thought this was
How you fallin' in love
Bitch I gotta flight in the mornin'
Stickin' and move
Till

sipping lean by the liter
If you ain't got no ice on that chain, throw it in the freezer
If you in the gang, I won't charge you for a feature
If I wanna

Bags on bags on bags
Old school whip new tags
AR 15 mags
And I keep 'em
Side by side by side
Come on bruh let's ride
Don't catch a body off pride

to the ER, got the doc sick, bullets wet, mopstick
Wes Snipes, brodie got a blade, pull up and chop shit
We be on they block shit
Me and gang don't talk, but

Wanna hang with the tribe that's cute

Girl by my side and she busting a move
No I don't buss (what)
Man I shoot

They say I'm too sick for the room
Got

know they some shooters 
All of my niggas so ruthless
All of yo gang you know they some goofies backdooring niggas for roofies 
All of yo gang you know

Time been ticking 
I’m on mission 

To get it 
By any means 

The family is all I need 
Ima give em a reason 

Show em beauty in the struggle

face on a white tee
I'm not a sample but that bitch she wanna try me
Say she in love but that hoe is just a side piece
I don't gang bang unless it was