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we lit a fire on they block, I know they still remember
See niggas barkin for that beef and then go trappin with no hammer

Yeah, I'm maxed out, I get

people want to tell you all there lies
Because there life isn't true
I think this might be a product of design
But designed by who
I look around at all

on
Try to take shit, ain't yours, boy, you won't make it home

Shit's sad, but it's real, hope I didn't say it wrong
One-eyed, fetty wap,  yeah, I'm

until I see a hundred mil'
Got these bitches out here stressin', I don't care about how they feel
Them boys tryna fuck over my dawg
Hope he ready to catch

means
Then I was encountered by our living king
He's my foundation never turn to what the world brings, yeah
Keep running boy that pressure is to test

by the sound now you're out of it
Sound proud but you're loud cause you're counterfeit
Bow down I'll go pound for pound with any clown in this town
But

to stare to check the vibration
Everything I know is built off faces
One more page and I'm free
Make sure your laces tied when they choose to go on a spree

up shawty and that's even when I'm doubty and they catchin feelings bout me cuz I flipped the script they pouty
Howdy this southern boy rowdy
Covered

Keep a bag lil bitch
Don't blow that
It's some fetti to be made
Bitch I'm Trappz got thraxxx you know that
I can't switch up shyt one day
I'm gon go

Flex on me says a lot about yo cause I'm OSHO deep and sort of misfit
Racks on me that's slow money but I rather be here than mercy on niggas
Tracks

bitch, spin it over, lil' bitch, make it touch and show

I said your man was real tough, he got killed by a hoe
Pulled up on fake and almost got killed

blunt, know my niggas stay smokin
Every time I catch some out, them niggas say Its fake trollin
Sixty hunnid pokin' out my pocket, bitch, I stay rollin

Lame bitch don't try me
Dumb bitch don't try me
Lame bitch don't try me
Dumb bitch don't try me
Oh my god
I bet by the end of this song some is going

Shrugs
They treat me like they done got bite by the love bug

Zaza a knock you out Rolly Romero
And acting tough uh get you kilt Robert dinero
Smell like

trigger
Tucked comfortably
Underneath my finger
I command by the second amendment
Commend me for my independence
I heed the brave who dare to say!
Red white

me fucked
Felt I missed the boat 
Speak the truth on the mic, only way I cope 
I can’t go out sad no hanging by a rope 
So I gotta think hard, I ain’t

life will take you by surprise and do that shit to you
Them boys couldn't level up with you, cause they didn't get the mission
They watchin' and waitin'

shit!

Dear older me
Get a load of me, came a long way
From doin' shows for free
Yeah used to free style in my homies Jeep
Now my flow 'bout to by

to introduce him

Said, that's my boy
Hope they ask for interviews soon
Cause I done did it on my own
I'm tryna build a throne

So my descendants don't have

And that boy looks like me
But it could be a mix up

Must be nice viewing the world from up high
Looking down and around at everyone passing by

And I'll be

around none of these bitch niggas
Dro Block Mack, nah I don't fuck around none of these snitch niggas
Say that it's talent, girl is a Christian, you know I

reppin'
Why he dissin', he know we gon' slide in a second
Fella tryin' to step, but he mad when he gets hit by a car
Crowd goin' wild, cause they know that

the wheel
Just to see the lucky duck that's getting thrown onto the grill
Aye bro let's go, let's see who real

And the winner by selection
is mr. micah, i

In this game I'm sauced up but I don't show em the recipe
Fake friends I can't do that they say we friends but they hate on me
Low key envy me but