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taking it back. 
Just peep how they move, he is real as he claim, 
My nigga going play by the rules,
But if he fake, u can tell by his face,
Then homie

Started doing shows homie
Shrinking down my circle
Cause I feel like they gon' fold on me
My daughter getting old, Brody

Wish you could sit by and see
I'm

you n***** had an offer but you was never proper
My flow's so crazy, couldn't read it off a teleprompter
Play wit me and swear to God you'll need

the killer in his eyes, or was it just a disguise
Cus I remember he was a lil' timid nigga, a lil' skinny nigga
Now he pulled the trigger, and who are you

stomach
Aye I be rhyming you know I got perfect timing I'm like Nav wit auctions
Aye I'm Huncho, by the way I be rapping you see me with money (Yea)

Shot

by example, what would yo momma do
Tell her like all I got is d***, then the rest on you
Busy man imma business man I might need suit
Lil Nate be

wave
You focused on beef I’m tryna get paid
Split bread wit my dawg I will not feel a ways
You smokin on grass I call that shit hay
Need me a crib by

nigga straight out the city
Where they say it's a charm but we gritty
Play and you'll lose ya life quickly
This is how it is in them trenches 
Reckless we

Broads at the telly Fuck wit me and Swervo
Smile on my face cause my pockets look healthy
If you got it don't flex, be stealthy
I just done did my best, it

the heat by her feet
So please
Do as much as you can
Cuz im doin what you cant
Tough to handle ill tuck you in
Fuck you mean what the fuck you sayn
Yall

warch, and it's no
When you think it's sin, wanna lve by tha sword
Gotta die gash, ash to dust
They turnin that passin and not with tha less
Lil' Easy my

from the trenches
You keep you a pistol
Hit me a blunt
And I do my dance
Straight out the hood
And I'm keeping my pants down
Bitch go get yo mans

Who

Yeah a bossy bitch I call her 1st lady T (What up boo)
Catch me ridin thru the city
My plate read Richie (Yea)
Young P Diddy, mane who really fukin wit

High
cin no asking who, what 
When where or why

When I'm high, When I'm High
When I'm high, When I'm High
I just stare at clouds passing by

When I'm

you right
Just hit my line I’m tryna make sure that you eating right
She don’t need much,
Just need trust, a lil affection
Somebody who gon show her she

gone ride wit me
Let these lil Niggas try to be the best
Imma jus slaughter them technically
Got us a couple a shooters on deck
One of em' do it

gotta be the hard way
I been stacking up the bread
Trying to go by some land far away
Crazy thot up in my bed I be like what you about to do huh bae
Think

to you so you ain't got to ask
Now I'm fuckin on some girls wider lil bit less ass
And they ain't got a lot show but I can really feel it
And she ain't

intentions, you're chasing clowns to tempt 'em
You pissed from the attention, got waiting hounds who wicked
I told you all my intentions, why you shocked I'm

Secret animosity the problem
Niggas scared to solve em
Ian got no opps n i put it on my momma
If you got beef wimme lil boy you don't want no drama

Who Is That? Patrick?
Keatmn
I been running the check up like every damn day, get all the money I can (Getting that Cash)
I been cooling wit my bruh

pull up and boom
We pull up and boom and we hop out
They run from the feds wit they Glock out
You talking that shit , now they stack you like bricks

Scrape the weed into a pile 
Stack the money by the letter 
I had fucked up my first flip but progressively I got better 

Now I'm gettin it flippin

on a island
I just hope I live to tell you bout it
Cause they be plotting
Spot em
Poke a dot em
Niggas oping
But you don't know who shot em
After sirens, then