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the piñata
I play to shoot smoke will keep the score very higher
I blaze from the head to the tip, Niggaz will melt when is fire
I knock 'em off his lane make

are cheaters or something
Or if that wasn't my cousin I was meeting or something
Or if I'm fucking other bitches would you miss me something
Or how

song yeah
I'm the shit, i'm the shit
Stopped doubting myself
Shoot my shot, I can't miss uh
Old habits struck me down
I got new ones, making profits

He mad at me 'cause I fucked his bitch
I told him slide but I do not slip
Slide to his crib
Shoot shots like the Knicks
Empty the clip and don't leave

steal, I got a bitch that hoe, I got a bitch that know
To shoot at niggas running through that door
But I wouldn't say I'm pimpin, I'm just me
Just look

of coffee brush the suckers off me before I touch the office
Hotline bling non stop rings when the custys calling
Prostrations for God's gracious send me

This next song is by somebody
Calls himself Sol-Soldier Boy tell em?
I don't really understand this kind of music
Everybody dancing suddenly is

on these blocks if you ain't pay big bro a fee
Raised by the apes Niggas you know imma keep it G
It's better chances with yo demons then it is fucking wit me

I know I'm too powerful for my own good
Shoot my shot & I never miss the hoop
But I don't know if it's my power that makes that outcome return
I

as that, detonate your own system
The accurate aim, contacts it won't miss him
The poem shift him off his feet
But the chrome lift him
For talking out

and 20 crippin' (come one, bust)
Ridin' deep like a coalition (yeah)
On a mission, y'all sure gon' miss 'em (bust)
'Cause when I find them
I'm gon' shine

the last legend left since
The doctors took out Mike
You fuck wit' me and Nems
That's a safe hazard
I put gorillas on your back
Like a Bape jackеt
All my

to raise the roof
Shoot my shot boy I can’t miss
When I hop up in the booth 
My n*gga Fred up in this bitch 
You know Daphne coming through
That boy Shaggy

And you don't wanna see me shoot it
I don't do love bitch I ain't cupid
I don't really got time now two shots make a boy lie down

My first day out I was

I'm used to running solo in the field
Quarterback sneak, put that on me
I got the speed, look at the cleats yuh
But now I'm finally checking out

up by the deuce
Nah, this ain't no Glock, this is .22
Fucked around, still put that bitch up in my boot

And I'm a shoot it too, yeah, and I don't ran

blow

Fuck a 4PF, keep one empty for my pole
She keep texting on my phone, she won't leave me lone
But I just leave it lone
Get this cash right by my

day
How the world could anybody go through all this shit that we hold onto
Surrounded by the weight of any single empty space
But that's where the music

had to text her once, for me to score a few times

Been around the block a few times
She been blowing up my phone
I've been blocked a few times
I'm

you miss you're flight
And girl it's three am in the morning
Said she gotta leave by five
But she don't wanna go home
And when you look me in my eyes
I

focus on me
Land of the captured, land of the free
Drawing a picture, smoking on trees
Living out life, birds and the bees
Waiting for school, to close

you fucked up with me I let you miss
Shoot up fucking bitch sky
There is not a single bitch in team

I'm still I'm blessed by God
These bitches say I'm

to the clique
Keep the strap around my hip
Don’t need a shooter i’ll take the hit
Shoot my shot and i never miss

Versace my clothes I like how she blows
Eliante

Kay
Just woke up still fucked up
Top floor suite boutta roll up my blunt
180 the dash out of state with my ugh
My demons follow me girl, I can't run