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make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t no skr skr rapper, I’m only the first
That’s

the street, better look both ways
Keep that fye right by my waist
This bitch, she want her a taste
Told that freaky hoe to wait
I don't go on dates
I just grab

All I do is chase the paper I don't know nothin' else
Got it on my own I was in that trap all by myself
My bro need some help I'm on my way, hold up,

Hoes- 
 Might Wipe His Nose for Tryna plot. Get da Drop Early Mornin Evil Twin swing by Ya  Spot 
Call da guys - Dey gone pullup Quick 2 Hop out Like da

some shit in the 60s when she was 9...
3 6 9 yea very fine...
Sock it to you sock it to you ...
9 more times...
That's code for bumping yin Yang in

on her navel
Don't come around here trippin
The result could be fatal
Play the game like I got a cheat sheet
Bi sex twins that's a repeat
Paranoid weed up

The water like a floatie (Splash)
Spot an undercover officer by those Oakley's
(On him) press Machine my twin
You know we like Zach and Cody (Cronem)

rockin with me
Let me hear you say...(whaa*car drivin by*wooo)
Uh, double R, uh yeah (wooo)
Haha, oh c'mon
[Tyrese]
You ain't ready, I run these streets!!!

big weed burn cool by the pack
Watch your back New Orleans is a fool like that
Out the blue you crooked punishments choose to jack
You might see me

gonna need more, and more, and more
And I'm doin' this shit by myself, nigga
Whenever you drop, I'm droppin', nigga
You know what time it is, nigga

‘Elevator’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson and Keri ‘Coco’ Jones

VERSE 1 - Collin Gibson

I been in this cage for years
Raised like

Fast 2 Furious" (Part two)
Bullshit walks and cash talks (What's that sound??)
My low pros burnin up the asphalt
Drop top Spyder in the summer I'm good

It's Bathci the tape
This sunny 4
This some Ontario lil some funky shit
Real apartment babies out here
This shit don't stop til the casket drop
I was

in 
Tryna double up Juggin By The 10
Now My Pockets stuff fuckin on twins 
Free BME we Run the pen 
These Bitches Snakes These Nigga Hate 
Kept Ya

Ooh, ooh

I put my feelings in a box
I can't go back to feeling that way
(I can't go back)
Fuck that we kill em' broad day, I run
The street all

might as well say he my spine
We ona frontline my members firing and I was right there by they side
Is the backdoe locked
You can't come inside this bnb

in for free
We slut em out now they back inna streets
I'm with bro and he tweak like a safety
Yea he a demon he really on go
My nigga one fifty he shot

Free my murda twin we gave the opps hell
Walk in the building my eyes low as shit
And I'm popping my shit so they ask what's that smell
All these drums

and nobody got 'merked'
a few shots were buss but nobody got hurt
every other day it's like one big party 
let the top drop on the XR3
its 1992, I'm still

carrying my two twins
That I would go and end the game
Yea thats a win
let me show you how I got up in the trap
Had a nigga have my back
While I reached for

tell me where he stay at
Cause ill drop a thirty-piece and watch him lay flat
Yeah I had to come in on my Detroit shit
Dumb bitch save all that talking

the streets they call me Dead Wrong
I spin yo block and paint it red broad day I spin yo way
Stop making threats saying you gone slide Pussy nigga you know

(Ball)
Made fifty, now I ball like a Pacer (Yeah)
Made a hunned, now these problems keep chasing
By December, I'll have a lot of chains swangin' (Damn)

shake it
Like let's get a room
He get hit out his room
And sent straight to the moon
If the opps drop the addy
We sliding by noon
If he really want smoke