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I don't need no Benz
3 stacks told me
That shit come with fake friends
First off
Shout out to my Ex's
Not being impressed by flexing
So I had

backdoor his ass, then I'ma play it off
You know we get it how we live, you gotta play it raw
I could give a fuck if you family, I don't play at all
Baby

don't ever die
Take a shot it take your breath away
This is how it feels when you living life
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday
Day
Day
Day
I'm coming live from

you sit down
I question myself
Do I play the part or do I walk it out?
I choose Him in songs
I'm wanting the spirit I want to live long
Is your ways

life up 2 times 
she got 9 lives gave 1 2nite
Up by the palm tree piss Palm Wine
Were Off the grid where they can’t find 
I can’t lie i feels legendary

don’t bang
You niggas hoes like some narks
I take my pain create my lane
Then I go spark me a blunt
I’m so honest, I’m so modest, hate me but can’t say

too
Man, I say what I wanna
Just stay in your lane
Know you wish it was you
Man I spend what I wanna
I might make it rain
I might spend it on you
I

Opinions ain't a thing, they claim a public service
They talk you down to build 'em up, so they don't drown beneath the surface
I'm servin' up a certain

Drop Yo Top

E.S.G.

City Under Siege: Wreckchopped And Screwed

2014

or
Bo'guard the lane
Piece on the neck at the Crawfish Fest, or the Bayou
Classic I'ma do my thang
Syrup in the cup man hol' up, Cadillac truck sitting

I’m smoking trees 
I’m just spittin bars
I know I’m fucked up in many ways, but I make good songs
Yeah

I’m surrounded by only the baddest girls around

Look at me now
I live by the fashion
One over two
Damn I think imma fraction
Feel bugs bunny
Do you see karats
Neef do you like me
I told that bitch

you might never know
Thumbing through the cash and live fast, that's all I really know
Watching for my bag, but still can't ask me how I got it though

Drop Yo Top

Big Moe

Greatest Hits

2014

or
Bo'guard the lane
Piece on the neck at the Crawfish Fest, or the Bayou
Classic I'ma do my thang
Syrup in the cup man hol' up, Cadillac truck sitting

Felt like he was talking to me
When he spoke that wisdom
From all angles
A prism
Speak ya truth
And live em
These opportunities you got em
Or you get em

of ice 
What is left? Nothing not fake 
Voiceless, blend in, get by
How am I doing at six foot five
My breath stalked with watchful eye
I can't move my

showing my crib
I'm talking letting cameras go in my fridge
But people crazy, so I'd rather only friends and family know where I live
By how I talk, you

here, but are you willing to climb
It's a real sunny day, so don't block ya shine
Stay in ya own lane, and be surprised by what you might find
You're one

a word if you don't know
I've been called nigger since a young buck
By police frisking me for the gun tucked
Is it my profile, I got a dope style
Got em

song you don't wanna miss it

It's no secret storytelling is my category
The habitat I live in that's my territory
Making sure they hear the message

getting there
To be 
(Closer 
To be closer)
I live it by the sword
The motto
And more by the crest
Just to be 
(Closer 
To be closer)
Put the stress

background
Woman say I'm handsome
And I wonder why
They give me love
Even when I got a black eye

I'm a soldier
Not a poser
I am a king I don't need no closure

I live in constant fear
Couldn't tell you why I'm here
They don't validate my tears
Switchin' gears
Reapar
Reapar
Let's make them some believers
Take

Smokin' on nothin' but the finest flavors
I don't even pay attention to the haters
We just drive by 'em like we the neighbors
And I don't do too many favors

Black lives matter since we livin in slavery
Whips to chains names on bullets dats made for me
Everyday da same thang I claim he favor me
No complain