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They ain't even believe in me, so I had to make 'em
I done came from hard times so you know that's what I made of
Tryna get my family out just like

look like
Bitch I'm only pourin' Wock' or Tris
You be dyin' sippin'
Niggas really broke as fuck
Why I don't mind niggas
Bang on all on a nigga block
They

slot machines
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
(Uh, huh) the shells'll bang
Make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's

Aight bang

Yeah I'm a warrior but I'm part
Of a different Golden State
Action reaction ain't complex
I work with God on a give and take
The prophet

with a bang
I got many opps I ain't saying no names
M B L K C E J
Remember I was selling nic and weed by the stop sign
Always gon' tote so no one gon'

to Be a Gentleman
Leave 'em with a Big Bang Theory and some evidence
As I kick it for the west like Donovan
Add me to the playlist, no ad hominem
You're

I'm just a nigga from the hood tryna make a dollar
Mo money, mo love, mo mariju
My people losing hope
Babysitters using dope
And we don't even vote

Got da P for for the low, but I’m taxing 
Whatever dat I cop from da plug, he gone match it
Nigga play, you can catch a slug, I’m not with da rapping

myself survival is only temporary
Been rewriting mythology, on god I'm so legendary
Blew up since the big bang, I'm no new to this
Grew up doing my own

Can you stop holding back from me
You ain't showing no loyalty
I'ma need your body, feel like Kawasaki
I'm sipping meds, that's Wocky
I need that

dice and shit
Now I'm Chebo Bangs
Now I'm on a trip
Counting big 'ol bands
Count them by the clip
Back in the day used
To watch clips of hot sauce
Now I

and dip 
To Miami
With a sly Fox I call her Bambi
These haters can't stand me
I keep the 9 handy
Rolling with my girl she got a big fat fanny
Here's your

racks, you can tell by the rain you bitch
She gon' throw that ass, (ay) I wanna bang a bitch
Ok like wait
I've been getting paid
e-girls on line so i'm

with my intrigue 
I’d rather bang and smoke louder make moose quietly hey
(You can try and escape if you want to)
But you got traced by one two hey

‘round here
My baby go brown hair
Big packs of the loud here
Talk shit but I don’t care
I got not beard, still a cute boy
I ain’t down with the making

G
No tre montes peliiiiis que soy el TV
Puesto pa la musiiiiic, puesto pa fluiii
Por la calle hueleeee esa es mi weed
From the bottom to the top, like

Ayo who's that? Is that Jeyswan? Aight
Listen big man mans been waiting
For Newer Wave wagwuan? Aight listen if
You don't drop it soon
Mans gonna

to play a wild card
Lost in the voices of my motives
Chasing ghosts from way back
Memories playing always 
Going over one by one
But you know it ain't right

Ooh wee, that's right, move this ass, on top
Sack John Trankin, my friend come and tap me
Coalition, this what they get from the comma flow
Monster,

girl's with big butt hop on the dicks-a-lot just by looking at me they say I hit the spot. I'm no raping embino even as chino, if I lick more clit than

the cave
If you don't got a body, you can't relate
If you don't bang, you can't get in the car
Big woo, know I'm shooting them stars
Mama begging me

Got the beat by Powers and
We just made a banger yeah

Vintage Chanel, vintage Chanel
Weed residue, heavy smokers break scales
Run it up, run it up,

a big mac, small fry
You don't want a nigga, walk by
When its wartime then I draw mine
Then I draw mine with a chalk line
You a fiver percenter with

bubu

Ay, ay caramba
Got some big batty girl with bumper
I let her leave with my kids in her mouth
No, I never let her leave with my jumper (no way)