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of people makin' plans that aren't executed, it insults my intelligence
These people left and right that are by my side say love but are full of negligence

here to set things right!
Got a chip on my shoulder, I'm the prick you can't ignore!
Ain't confined by your sick words, no, not anymore!
I'll chew you

Finessin bitches out their money
That was my third hustle
Clutchin on my fire  im trippin
I think I heard sumn
Bitches glancing at me lookin
Like im Ralo

Buddy Hield
About it, that gangsta shit, boy
We still about it ('K)
My jit wavin' the stick, he barely miss
Every time he see a nigga been hit, he say

the door
Believe all the people
I'm afraid of fire
I'm gonna be a martyr
I'm gonna get my ducks in a row before departure

Here is the cult
Your ornamented

to keep the fire lit
Now my offspring’s getting older looking finer things
I can turn colder bi-polar when writing this
But I stay hoping still coping by

and drabs
It's the Same old, same old
I could literally predict how my day goes
I ain't about this payroll but
I'm making funny money
Don't you worry buddy

must be a pro!
You’ll be flamed with fires of hell
The Dancing Demon’s bringing heat
I’ll resurrect the flow and turn my
Pen into an Ink Machine your

the most
You Damn Right ,If I'ma do it, then I gotta do the most, you Damn Right
Let's go

What's good buddy, same shit, ain't shit changed, my boots muddy

My friends call me Chucky
Hi, I'm Chucky and I'm your friend to the end
Hey, wanna play
I'd like to be hugged
What's your name, buddy
Chucky
Well its

on the wall
I know it's always me that you call
Awunaso nesizatfu sekungabata, eh
You're my Gym Buddy
With a shoulder noma ngingasindvwa yeah
Kicking down all

Rollin coldin blowin smoke and duramax powerstroke.
Buddy wanna ride that frieght train but you can't this my show.
The view is gonna get you girl,

scoring more, I score in more and more
I'm getting craved worldwide by these foreign hoes
Sending me pictures I take out my phone and hold it close
They be

the heat to kids
They'll riddle thru ur ligaments, I'm on my E.Nygma shit
Speak of which, riddle me this
Why do u wreak of fish
And love getting beat by

idiot its just me
intelligence masked by the silly kid on the beat
Don't be the burning body buddy I'm burning always
You could spark up a match this shit

fire, when I up its gon' wet you
A'int no paramedics coming to your fucking rescue
I ain't here to be your buddy, I ain't here to be your friend,
Choppa

Yea-uh Yuh
Yea-uh Yuh
Yea-uh Yuh
Uh standin on bidness
Hrrr
Yeah
Side by side
My guy he got my side
My bruda he got my back
And yo girl I'm in her

To steal
To play the fool
That's how my life is
A car is on fire
I've got the matches
I cast off codes
I break the law
Cash, jewel, banking
Cards are

formulaic
Think you going places
Look at my dogchain
Look at the veins on my neck and my arms
I know this shit is hated by the moms
I know I'm rad but what'd

slowly
Fire in my lungs and the passion in my veins
Got the heart of a lion, keep a shooter in the doorway (oww)
I make impossible look good, Doctor said I

I’m the master
They thinking we inebriated fooled by the laughter
My pedal to the metal pushing limits never faster
I’m finna interject cause I’m kinda

on the bottom
Sharing lipstick around the broken edge
And my coat that you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he attacks me from his pill-box ledge

da hustle I'm from da projects 
Get it off the muscle never been ashamed 
Don't rock with lames only fam no buddys 
Switching up lanes been about my

With a band of bandit buddies from his criminally misspent youth
They opened fire on our wedding but we escaped into the sea
When the coast was clear