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(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
Still grindin' shit, nigga
(Boomin need extras)

In the hood right now with a hundred on me

really done
Walk into the mall with my louis vuitton's
Crib's so big its got room for tons
But lately I think there's just room for one
She be tryna talk

man I'm grinding for sure
Yeah failure ain't an option that's just how it ain't gon go
I'm Determined by the paper yeah that is the goal
Yeah you gon

I'm good off the steak, grew up by the ocean can't swim in no lake
You go through the motions I'm stealin the plays
Look at the Cinnamon Wraith, fit in

facts
Psalms calm songs over wrongs pipe and a bong
We Ride along n tag along Louis Vuitton Armstrong
Arm gone industry cut throat bit by a python
Lights

the Sun up
Off of the drank Im lazy i cant even put a thumb up
Bitch its fuck u pay for all of the times i remember
All the times you was shady i thought

Relationship be like job
And I no get CV at all
And you know Vado, omo tan
Omo wo Gucci, Louis Vuitton
But the Lamba now turn by turn
You have to wait till

see me dead, all cuffed up.
But I survive off instincts by knowing what's what.
Never scared, buck buck.
Fuck you, tough luck.
Untuck and leave a dirty

like yesterday
With one bar, I can take ya breath away
Two bars'll captivate, and hear the third bar, shit get crazy
And by the fourth bar, you'll be

mil bolig
Flexer jeg har hardt vel fuck you sue me
Jobber dag og natt derfor baller jeg som Rooney
Mine sneakers er fra Louis og min klokke Cartier

[What a Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong]

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what

There's another one and a shark shark
Slide on me like a Visa I can't keep em no
Way she ride for me even when I do her wrong
A Mona Lisa that's

on
With a couple of fellas with sticks and songs
Got my head into a St. Louis fire
Haven't seen daylight for a couple of nights
Straight out of lullaby land

a walking lick so I gotta keep my mind right

I can’t stay away
I can't feel my face
You can't seal my fate
Take me out this place

Pour another cup it’s

Znowu tu robię ten trap
Pierdolę te głupie kurwy
Follow for follow i masz kilka nudli
O boże o jejku furman mi odpisał

Serio masz powód do dumy

British, then American.
This feels wrong. It feels wrong. They're absent parties. 
This feels wrong. It feels wrong. 

And, we are traders, yes, by trade.

racks
I see that shit
Grab that sack
Double it
Multiple that lick by ten
That's 20 in da closet bitch
Thats 20 damn
Let's count it again
Separate them

don't fuck with me
Pass by these hoe n****s don't trust them b
They gon' act cool then finesse
Ask me why so serious
I just tell them I'm focused 
I'm

caps

I smoke Louis sluggers, that's a ball back Niggas get high, soon their jar crack
I smoke good, check my car facts Too many flavors, what you call

public cuz they know just where I’m at
And i bring it back, bring it back
To where I came from
Driving by myself inside the city where I came from
Looking

on Rap Snacks
I'm on they head like snapback
Whip out the chop and it rat-tat
Just like New York, you be where the rats at
Christian Dior, Louis

the cheat codes on
So I've got the nuts just like a pecan

My poker hand is all suited hearts
I think I got shot by cupid
She tells me that you so stupid

bout my spinach my chicken the connect cooking up pot pies
My Louis belt loose I need some room to tuck this glock nine
My Brodie noid he be making

at the heights that you can't reach
Stomp in this bitch, its a stampede
Moshpit, we go plan A don't got a plan B
I keep, going on for days, feeling like i popped