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grabbin' it by the fist
Shit, I ain't Rick James
But I'm just sayin'
"I'm rich bitch"
Cold coke slang 
Got the mother fucking Caine
Running through my veins

Tell me the problem, make man be the trending topic
Bag full of watches, all these autos
When I go laundry, I check my pockets
Rusty joint,

I deliver to a Beat
I'm so fuckin' cool, we side by side, you shiver in the heat
I spit this shit like a gift, so what you givin' to me
If I was

her back out
Then copped her some new Gucci panties just before we head out 
My life sort of a mess but that’s just how God planned out 
I’m walking by

bring the liquor and bud up
Might see me walk through the
Rave with my hood up
You don't wanna go back to
Back with me anywhere
I'll leave you pissed like

care of your kid cause I ain't got none,
And when I get that Benz you ain't riding shotgun,
Well maybe, you can get in
But don't bring your little baby,

Fresh
In the flesh
Unimpressed by the rest
On my chest
I confess
Yall could guess
Lots to get
Off it fuck your politics
And fuck your clique
And fuck

rushes through the sky
Like the blurry memory of a race car zooming by

My fingers shiver
My shutter shudders
Not fast enough to capture where the wind

devices
Kill my haters twice and bring em back to life to see who gets the livest
You couldn't draw blood from the god with help from Leonidas
Amateurs that

the wrong rhyme 
But you showing your flow, that's all mine 
Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability 
I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free

Chorus:

Father/Son livin’ on the run / just a modern day love story, livin’ by the gun /
Father/Son stayin’ on the run / just some modern day

My hometown likes T but fuck T (fuck T, fuck T)
Bruce Grove youth club was the best, always givin' up with fuckery, yo
Me and bro went halves

made it here by faith bring shouts and shotguns, stubborn wheel and prayer warriors, runaway plots and eloquent speeches in our enemies tongue we had

the doubters who were calling me Tupac 
No wonder we ain't talkin and I never call you back
No rhyme or reason, but I got one
So I can shoot em in the face with

Toolz of the Trade

Smif-N-Wessun

Reloaded

black, well-done beef cooker

My tre-eighty kept me crazy Dunn, she had me whipped
In the whip high, riding by, ready ta spit
She like to talk shit,

a gun
Back out the knocks, throwing like the suns
Niggas be bummy, niggas be my sons
If I spot me a orange cleezy, hop out the V send shots at his figi
If

Side by side, shotguns, we abuse them
I gave the order, Vladimir Putin
Somethin' got bunned, to my ears, that's music
Family's grievin', crime scene

by appearance but broken inside
Hard to stay grounded after you
Learn how to fly, oh my
Oh my oh my, oh my my oh my oh my, oh my my
Oh my oh my, oh my

ever get arrested
My connect'll shoot yah
Cause as far as pushing bass
I'm the best producer
Since the past made me mad
I'm a upset the future
I'm my own

by one
Terrified when she see's daddies truck pullin' up
He sees her, flips the fuck out, gets some shit from the truck out
Marches past, swings

try to run, that makes it even more fun
I just cold lamp and vamp you with the shotgun
Cops try to flex.. but guns they'll never find..
My Lethal

If you don't drill the replica good
The bullet won't leave and pop zCBeats

More time just swing where the heart is
Yo, let me get my hands on Lil

What it-what it exactly are we doin?
Don't play yourself
Reward yourself and tune in to
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powder's just as temperamental

as the rich kids with CEO potential

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