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the door gotta do it for free
Hoe wanna rock wit me no 
Packing boof with lean woah woke
Got an extendo double clip oh no

And when you see me

that old shit is just crap
But ya boy bout to snap back
I got anything and everything you would dream about when my sound comes y'all gonna shout
I bet

man cuz the U.S. got dicked down by Nixon 
60’s did it big, cuz they made do what it did
I know what it is,
Now imma simple man just gettin’ to his

Me and my OISD niggas 
Feeling buzzed off of cheap liquor 
While we chillin in Manhattan walking towards the East River 
Talking bout our goals

up fire flame full throttle
Lets celebrate Im fresh home drink out the bottle
All this money on me i hit the lotto
But let me tell you bout my past

through my veins
This sh*t stuck in my brain, man I'm in my own lane
On track like a train
If you don't get out my way
This spray won't feel like rain
It

nineteen ninety-five I was derived
My eyes have seen many suffering types and kinds
Turned me 'to a savage I don't wan' be by your side
Turn into a savage if

name basis, aces in places
Please Get get fuck out my face bitch
If you ain’t talking bout no money
Drip or Drown goon bitch don’t act
I’m still sipping

get a boost boost talm bout yay
Thug life pull da shades down
Slidin in dat pussy like a playground
If she loyal, u should stay down
Dont be greedy like

By any means I’m bout to get mines
The time don’t matter, it’s a matter of time
I got some niggas that helping me climb
They living through crime,

chasing these grammies 
I use to really hit the block wit the kin 
Money and Marcus and cam 
If you ask me I'll do it again 
Started rapping when I turned

that I’ve seen be scaring me
Feeling like I won the lottery, now you bitches wanna follow me
They want me to stop doing hip hop, niggas think I’m a joke

medullas
'Cause I said so my nigga, you screwed up
Make him big till he pop like Rasputia
Kid Cudi games at night, I build forts (What)
By daytime, it has

the same stacks...
Moving weight by the squat rack... 
Shackled up with them big chains
I put in work like a black slave
My journey is a whole escapade

Let's gets personal 
Let's get damn near surgical 
Everybody hit you line 
When they see them blessings due
They got that Amtrak mind
Don't let no

on my team
All my people need to eat
People wanting me to chill
But I gotta work 'til the end
Yeah, we gonna win
Make it happen 'til I make it big
Culture

yeah! 
You know the dilly...I Mean...We celebrating wit popping a couple bottles
Baby you looking good, Is yo occupation a model?
I would assume so, we

all, remember way back
To back when we were rockin wave caps 
Laid back, worried bout gettin laid
Back when times were easy
Big dreams of gettin signed

Oh under lies
A sacred ground
Some religion that I found
But then the witch weren't around

Past all hollows Eve
You looked me in the eye
And you

shit forever lucid dreamer never sleep
And if God made the world in 7 days then what's a week
And I'm on my creator grant thee abilities
And you already

the fucc I'm talking bout I be killin shit
Pull up on you wit a motherfuckin shiv
Pull up wit a nine, pull up wit a Glock, pull up wit a shotgun let that

a fited hat, i aint bout to spend a dime unless i get it back, now u
monkey niggaz tell me how real iz dat

[Chorus]

[Big Gee]
we gonna roll down peacetry

ain't never going back
I ain't never going back 
Nze nalokoka 
Sida mabega

Christ at the center
You know that I shine bright
Loving my life I can't

crib, like my personal stalka
Tellin me she hip, IQ like a zombie walka
She tryna flex with her car, oo she bad
She a lazy bum, cuz she's spoiled by her