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an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, want to pull up tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's

on your fears, let's talk, what's the matter?
Like when I was tickled as a child by my brothers, I laughed so hard it hurt
Pinned down the ground, squirming

we throwing up them fours,if you my brother n*gga I'll never cut your throat,b*tch I'll sell 100 bricks before I sell my soul,I don't wanna f*ck with

weed
- puffing them trees, blowing them leaves
- my lines are as fat as Kim Kardashian's ass
- you know it's your boy TEEDO FRESH
- no they don't know me

The struggle only made me want it more
Full steam ahead bro I barely stop to score
Cuz I don't check that shit fuck who selling on the boards
This

three’s, like I’m Steph Curry
In the Lamb, in a hurry
Fuck on your bitch while she
Sniff that perc’ I’m slurping
I might hit that ass again, that bitch curvy

bro, everything always go your way bro

Yeah, trust in God for sure

Trust on bro, like a bird, you know, you don't see the bird

That's like, stressed

I'm like a real super villain
With supervisions
I'm blowing the ceiling
On a vacation
He lost up his feelings
His thoughts are too dangerous
His mind

Dear God, I'm tryin' hard to reach you
Dear God, I see your face in all I do
Sometimes it's so hard to believe in

Dear God
I think it's time we had

the fuck you say you love me if I'm knowing you a hoe
I done seen a nigga drop his own mans for some dope
God is good, I don't know where I would be without

with the niggas that I starved wit
If you ain't got a poker face we'll pull your card quick no fraud shit listen

This just the introduction
She get

a smile on his face as he blow the nicotine
In the air
Second-hand smoke, riding shotgun when I'm chilling with the GOAT
Don't mind me if I cough or I choke

down, I might put it in her face
Man, y'all need to learn your place
I don't know why, why I gotta get by the time
She thinks she the one, I put her

until the next time see ya
Me and Kid hit the studio in East Orange, that 604 Central, owned by his parentals
Ran into the homie Chad Piff, who was there

don't tell me what to do, all your laws I abolish
And my brodie off a pill but I told him he should stop it
But I don't how to feel, walking around like

that my nature
Doesn't erupt and leave me stuck that's real
I know me so I know I'm unworthy
It's only by his blood
That I am no longer dirty
Press

funnel cake funnel to funnel some fucking
Funnel cake into Ashlin fat fucking face your way out of shape 
There pile and tell Alex I'll punch him in his

let's take it to the hook
That we just rehearsed
So now

Can't you see
How we're about our
Father's business
We don't play
When it comes
To being His

cut your side, I heard that nigga too

He was smiling at my face, I'm burning nigga gold
But she never gave a job so he could speak on lil bro
We say

kill us and try to brush it off
Had George Floyd handcuffed, suffocatin'
Beggin' for his momma and all
Killed that man on tape with a
Straight face like

grew day by day to be
Bigger than the biggest door
Then one day a mountain
And, I swear, a continent
And then it didn't matter
Whatever his intent
By end

on
That’s really what America stands on

Aye shout out all the real niggas that’s from Mississippi
But I don’t fuck w your state, I can’t respect it’s history

drippin down the glass
Shaggy I think they're tryin to start a riot
And then it's Ice T but he don't seem fazed by it
I know the devil's waitin on me
But

on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip