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confused on what it isn't
Send her back to the streets, good riddance
Lights, camera, action, we been up on them niggas
We been juggin' all day, we can't

funding your next dose
Tell me that you love me on a good day
Then you're at my throat with a switchblade
Hanging at my crib then you dip late
Mean this in

ten times them
Through the good and bad
She gone stick by him
Wit' a rusted out Ford
Or a brand new Benz
Cause the only one that matters
Is that one in

"that's the trick about sin, its the doer that she does in,"
In his classic artificial humor, his charade of some good will

Then he ran off with those

too
Yazmein Ayani written on my heart like a tattoo
I'm that dude so betraying me is just taboo
Don't think I'm hot
Well good thing nobody asked you

Im UrHighness
YenØm what's good
Icollect

Cheerleader, and that's how we catch a body
Turn up if you want, we match your energy in the party
we want

Feel good to feel, but it feel bad to feel bad
Sometimes you love someone so goddamn much that it make you feel sad
I got platonic bad bitches, I love

Okay, okay, Jesus, screw you too, alarm
Oh, thank God, it was just a dream
I mean, the book's right here, and I left it at the tree line when I ran

you
The back door wide open, they don't play this shit by the rules
Goofy niggas cop deuces and say they slap me up in school
Done sight the plot and I

it
Admit that I'm just better
Won't quit and they get sadder
Lay the contract, sign the X
Never look back don't miss my ex
She a 10, she a flex
God

everybody in my radius I'm knocked
Knocked the fuck out like Red From Friday
But I'll Smoke a nigga out by the end of the day
And that's on Paul Walker niggas

Completely spotless
They didn't think I win
But God did
If you want it boy
You can just let me know
Talking all that smack
Keep putting on a show
But your

Ayy, hold on, nah hold on
(Oh my god, it's Kj Tha Kidd)

Fuck it
Lets Go Then
Still got some smoke in my lungs I can't hold in
Young nigga flexing

gone build up a character
If my bag was a bitch swear to god I would merry her
My bitch a bag damn right I would burry her
The ass on this girl it's just

they're good enough to get God a raise
When you go, when you're gone, and you fade away
There'll be complications, but there ain't no law or being saved

days forty nights
Never lost sight
Fought with all his might
To keep things right
I'm a strong woman ready to leave tonight
Good things come to those who

by the end of the day
Its only me who about to get paid
Move to the hills way up far in LA
I get high as the sky, like what is a plane?

And I do this

these places forgot by God
Canyon stretches of sand of yellow
The motorbike is my only fellow
Coyote dances on the hill floor
I took peyote to open

cause we god blessed

60 years later dream still ain't met yet
The cards that we're dealt still fucked they got deck set
Gotta pull this king shit wing

getting outta here

Tryna account for time I fade these days
Still I am stuck in my mind, you stuck in your ways
You were too scared to mimic the look on my

sit in court for a nigga 
Be a supply of support for a nigga 
Give him bread help him get him off his ass 
He gon brush you off look now you short by

that Golden Gate
Cali use to be part of Mexico in dem golden days
A whole history Trump can't throw down the drain
He only knows one side of Mexicans 
So

VERSE ONE

Soon as the music touch my soul I'm 1, 2, 3ing it
Back in my day I was B, O, Cing it
My glass wi-N-E, smoke hash with weed in it
Consuming

Let's go
Another day another dollar
Haha Princ3 The Kidd
Peep how I do
I been making moves
I been making moves
I been making moves
I been making