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I'm thinking
Your kids got to live with out theres
Hoping you hear all these words
Please take that shit to grave
(Pussy!)
I'm Waiting to see you in

going there
But we can go there, B
Hold up my nigga my nigga
Hold up my g
Please don't act like I owe you my energy
Boy you see disloyalty in these

all in my eyes
If that boy try to play he get sent to god
Yo lil bitch fuck with me and you knowing why

Pop out of that cut catch him by surprise

you just like me
Yeah we going overseas
In & out these countries
All these whips is luxury
Got my brothers as company
Stealing like robberies
I went up

can't stop, I can't stop freezing in position
My brain hurts
With this disposition (Can't stop, can't stop, can't stop, can't stop)
All these guys coming

how is he successful?
RIPS in the heat they wrestle
I need the pesto,  describe him by the tech hold
They MIc forever, me? I'm still trying to let go
My

we doing?
Team one has no money, now belong in the streets
Then Team three went and got a million feats
I swear I cannot do another one of these
If we

fight just hit delete on ya
I really love to get a bag I love to spend it to
I love sliding through these streets getting that revenue
She said she never

Aye I'm not a rapper but I can rap like y'all Detroit…
Wait this Detroit Flow 3 y'all should already know this by now
Man fuck the intro nigga

Tripping up
I know these streets are so cold
Really sucks
But my beliefs I hold close in my life
Go through stop lights
Got places to leave and people

skeletons in my closet
It's time to that I get rid of these bones
In the future
The scientists'll have my abilities cloned
Get rid of these poems, an ex drug

welcome to Atlanta where I'm boutta make the sequel
A Young nigga, tryna run in the streets Moe
Not some niggas, I'm the one cooking beats hoe
I found

They say I fumbled, but I gave that hoe back to the streets
Take a look into eyes and see, this pain runs deep
I lost my daddy back in the year 2014
Nah

ma day ones
January 1st connected
Judged by 12
Cause he upped his weapon
How you know
They not races in that section
How you know
They not biased up in

out, lights out

Night owl creepin' in the streets
I got my claws out
Got these suckas deep-fried
See yall with the foresight

I don't need no limelight

DJ da Don on da track

Hey I sent you a text, and I also said Happy Birthday on Facebook
But I wanted to make sure I told you Happy Birthday
And I

Cause she'll pop up any minute
(How she looking bro)
Bro, that body is hitting
Look just like Rihanna
Got a scar right under her chin
All these hoes

to change some policies, ‘cause we done made enough music
Mobbin’ in the streets as a unit; that’s just one movement
Gotta put the knight in a position we can

the drains or train tracks
Trying to avoid the cops
My mate was skating in the sewers
Free as an eagle
Got held up by three pricks holding a needle
They robbed

around since time created dinosaurs
Sat in crowds that got aroused by Diana Ross
In a space that only relates to Santa Claus
I'm like a myth but giving

a soldier

Hook
S.A.S.
Loading the Glock
Reload and it's cocked to pop
Whether you know it or not, shit
(You're in the army)
Yo it's war in these little

couldn't be blocked 
From moving forward 
Make better life for our children 
We all could 
Before they get caught 
By the streets and tortured 
We gotta

the streets
Looking for souls to keep
With Misery by his side
And Destruction at his feet

He's riding every road
Tracking your soul
Focusing on your

much money in the streets and I don't need a backup
Now tell them n****s back up 'coz I'm not feeling them
Boy
Never been at ease but we give 'em n****s