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on just like a pipe bomb
Sing a fucking sad song got a lil' tat done
Omega all on my arm like a scar I just popped a few bars
Maybe this'll make me numb,

on a t shirt 
Been getting money since the rejerk 
You niggas moving in reverse 

VOTP man
I just had to make some shit for the people
You feel me, let em know

the Atlantic
I don't want this shit I demand it
Look life goes by
I ignore it just get high
Damn I'm fried
But that don't mean I don't try
Premonitions in my

fruit loop
Bitches wanna holla
For a dolla'
Told her make a move
Gangstas don't dance
I'm a fool with this rap shit
Hated by a lot
Lips needs a lil

doing too much
I don't gotta do too much
Cuz' niggas be doing too much
I told lil homie chill out you can go sit and chill up on the couch or go head

call can you hear it
Permeate through them walls, can you feel it
Bite the bait when it falls, now you reeled in
It's gon be a while 'fore it let you

shame
And I cannot fuck wit no lames
Yeah yo bitch giving me brain in the back seat 
Yea young nigga coming out with some new heat
And soon imma have some

at work, probably balling or eating 
The lighting could be worse but I feel a lil greasy
But mans not hot, I keep it chill not freezing
But mans never cold

It’s lil thang called Grace

Its the Spirit and the Letter
His Spirit on me wear it like a Sweater
Every read my spirit getting better
Every verse I

and can't stand straight
Man, I feel damn great
Greet you with a handshake
Then get up out my damn face
Weed tray look like landscape
I'm smoking on blueberry

Im just trynna hit the six and meet champagne this shit for real 
Chasin all these hoes boring now its a cheap thrill
Lookin at these lil rappers

I'm spazzing on you niggas 
Keeping it real that's how I feel I ain't the last of the realest 
And I ain't the only one saying you niggas looking silly

I feel dead, like really really dead
"Eric D Hoe"
Beating on my chest 
Like Go-Rilla
Don't get scared
Ain't no thriller
Baby I'm the realest 
Ain't

control the pest
With the Lil' Pump put pressure on your chest
For sticking out your chest
On my pirate shit I need treasure for my
Chest you got to feel me

nada nada
I’m just loving how I’m living naw mean
Sipping Cabernet that’s made by Yao Ming
Two dogs and my toddler in the Cal King
So you know that I

to Oz, let me weigh the odds
That vacant lot, where we make the drop
Gon' skate the block 'round like eight o' clock
I got stopped by a lady cop
She gave

Im just trynna hit the six and meet champagne this s*** for real 
Chasin all these h*** boring now its a cheap thrill
Lookin at these lil rappers

The weed that I smoke, it was crafted by scientists
Don't be mad at me because, you ain't got no appliances
I use my outlets as, channels to tap into

partying like the movies
Girl shake that ass to this music
Mommacita how you do it?
Do it, Do it, Do it
Mami this drink got me woozy
Woozy, Woozy, Woozy

snapping
My hands cramping up
From the damn trigger tapping
I need a blunt
Two tabs
To do my brain some damage
Lollipop
Double dropped
Now i feel ecstatic

ain't counting no shit
Nigga need cheese, every account need a brick
Worldly worldly, heard that he's soon to come
Saw it for miles, heard that he go by

Yea, Let em know da business, listen
$moke Dizzy, feel me
Now I been chillin at the spot, ridin' low on the block
Bangin' screw, lowridin', we

approach is like my third eye is woke
Picture ultraviolet vision through a kaleidoscope

Picture me high as the moon mentally high on some shrooms
Feels like

in these streets
I hit up the city dolo by any means, for the C.R.E.A.M.
Gotta make it bling, head on a sling (yeah)
Reminds me of Diddy back in '96