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a game it ain't no lifelines
Who wanna be millionaire the flares hit the night skies
There's trials but don't let em try you
Gang move by the thousands

Oh oh my god it's Slicka

I pull up with a block and a baddie with me
I don't hang with no one I got issues man
He got issues with me I hit triple

you thought
Hennessy dont fuck around
It puts you in thuh ground to rot
Had my twin up by my side
And this is why i dont get drunk
Saw my bro up in thuh

surprise
I bet he caught the nigga by surprise
I bet he caught that lil' nigga by surprise
I bet he caught you by surprise nigga
You can see it in my eyes,

a fuck about your foreign
You could've saved that money by exploring
Not the world, I mean your inner self
Spent too much time chasing the wealth and lost

on my mix
If we made a song it would be a hit
Fuck you saying my shit is gon' hit platinum
No album rapping like muscles when they spasm
Hit 'em 22 times

snoring
She know her role, she be gone by the morning
I got Reebok on my feet
If shawty choosing, then she choosing me
Lil' bitch, I don't have a car note

Yeah and I spit fire like I'm Charizard 
Breathing flames 
Getting gains 
Breaking chains, living in generation inspired by lil Wayne
People say it's

confused
The last album raised the bar, but this gon' tear off the roof
Read all about it, get your fix in, I'm independent
Ain't got a deal, but I can tell

Sucking on my dick, slob drip on my nuts
Fingers in her pussy, getting wet by the touch
Don't talk when I eat, ain't nothing to discuss
I'm falling for

their grudges
I was under the assumption no more fakes would hit my line, but they kept comin
So I lace my shoes and I start runnin
Mom I'm goin

Yeah
Aye it's Jon Black
Let's get it, uh
Feeding off negative energy
The definition of supremacy
I'm limitless, built for this
What is you telling

take pics for my album 

Don’t ask I don’t know where I found em 
Cop a new pair o balenciaga 
Cashin out in the store I got problems 
Now I’m all by

a hit go home just to get fly, working and grinding I know I'ma get mine
Running the stack up so I can get by, wanna talk shit but u built like a french

that hardly seems fair"

One more time

No one was prepared for the man man who carries his haters by their hair
Then send them with my gam gam down

a king Got shot by some niggas that wanted his seat
He live life fast and to his own Damn, I hate to see my nigga deceased
Try to live right, but it's too

Juicy
Just hit up Popeyes then dip with a 2-piece
Album be droppin’, you fakes lookin’ goofy
I been smokin’ on the boofy, yeah
I just been smokin’ that

When we come through stompin hey
We do this every day
Step aside lil homie better get out the way
Coulda told ya you ain't have nothing for us Why
We

Turn it up a lil' bit and have fun I'm God, I'm mad at him, I suck
God
They get mad when I'm with Gleezy We the one, talk to all the bitches
Taught

know you in for a long ride
Tryna silence me with the hogtie
Been different since I started coming by
I been on my shit for a long time
Better know you

Oh I gave her D1, now she running back
Don't need guns, all my niggas keep the straps
Hit you with applause, only time you getting claps
Feds ask; I

than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got

sugar, bitch, I like that to call her hanzel
Lil shorty got a lot of booty when I grab it, it's a handful
Le-, let the damn blick off in the crowd, it

settle this
No, you are not my friend, lil bitch
Don't fuck with hoes just like I'm celibate
Album of the year for the hell of it

I say, oh my, oh my, oh