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me up in the clink, water my steps 

To the rose garden, all in the cracks, my asphalt 
Got me into everything I was blamin yo ass for 
My account

Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don’t want no smoke

But Bailey he's moving all crazy
He pulls out a gun and aims it straight at the whip
Ayy Shiro you don't really know me, but trust me doe I know you

a blunt 
Then go roll that motherfucker up with me, man (damn, Slime)
Let's rock out

Cutthroat Paradise East where it's real (ugh)
Nigga can't be

about a God damn Grammy?

Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by

Drag-On and Twista (kill me) 
Gangsta (let's ride), hustla (feel me) 

By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit fire

n bros
A gang of hoes
We need a compound

Cut up from my shoulders
Boy don't make me put this Glock down

Sticks on all the glizzys
Everybody gotta

the time
Whole time it's me I killed
And my trigga fingaz itchin
Got that glizzy in the mixin n
Strum the trigga it get wicked
How you hold that gun that

tell me none (Fuck 12)
Pops got incarcerated when I was very young (Like 12)
That should've told me some (Damn)
But now I'm 21 still living by the gun

to go

It's just me n travo & 12 hot in this bitch
I know one thing fasho make it outta this bitch
Soon we walked in the Neiman store a dog in that bitch

Damn what the fuck
Damn what the fuck
Fuck you hoes
Walkin like u slut like rose
I don't even owe you shit
Why that bitch wanna match my fit
Why ya bitch

The nigga in the whip said don't you fuck with my kid
Grabbed his gun from out the seat and popped my youngin through the ribs
You play with me or mine

Rose
Who really want it with me (Whoa)
Who really want it with me (Whoa, whoa)
Boy you don't want it with me (Nah, nah, nah)
Pull up motherfucker

the badge now
Money by the Pallet my dude shoutout to Ash town
6-0'n this hoe and he's throwin in the damn towel
Thought he had a counter, I wiped it out with

We got guns and and we got roses, we step like "uh la la"
N'fakt si nihet zoni, rahat-ta-ta-ta
We step like "uh la la", we step like "uh la la"

That don't even matter to me (Yeah)

Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo

Roses sat bedside, I don't let shit slide
Niggas on my side never want to ride
I done died

n***a, hoes, a damn Gwap
Yo
What that n***a say
That n***a be smiling, but he was like
I'm dangerous, I'm finna rob , son
Say what you want to me for,

jail cell smoking weed with snook in ydc
Money calling me
Siri the only bitch who can talk to me
Please don't bother me
I'm heating up no one as hot

ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer

the merge, talking confluence
We hear bling-bling, murder, Codeine, check my inference
And how the next generation go'n be? There's no Difference
Don't get me

n*****s don’t know the grind;
In the kitchen on overtime, 
James Harden on a triple-double.
Chains on me like Amistad. I 
Go. Na, n***a ya know. 
N***a you

but her son outside
15 this lil' n***a got a gun outside
Its real
Church
I ain't really wit the tweeting s**t
N****s tweeting bout
How they don't be

stoppin them (bang bang)
A audeameaur on my arm what
I want for christmas (thats what I want)
N if my clique don't ride fo me
Say bitch I got this pistol
N

again
But I'ma fall apart again
I've been feelin' so low
Ice on me, I'm too damn cold
Perky handful overdose
Don't need love, just need to cope
Guns