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on the opposition faces 
I'm feeling presidential any time I'm blazing 
If niggas test me then I pull of on some rage shit 
I don't do bad vibes I'm ghosting 

Got my

Youngins' be playing, I'm not with the games
Tryna' get me a K'
I'm surrounded by greats
You don't move at my pace, man get out my way
Lil' Shawdy, what is

Rainin

Slim Thug

We Make the Rules in the Streets

2004

a smart mouth got kicked out, for doing the fool
Thinking I'm cool, till I saw that sad look on her face
Hoping her son don't end up dead, or catching

I just scammed a nigga online for a Rolex
I'm finna fuck your bitch with a
Condom and have safe sex
I'm finna use somebody credit card
And it's

a white flash
Curl that back like she do to her eyelash
Tellin' me about her great thigh gap
Lay right back, blow into your face: lilac
(yeah)
Take my cash,

back in school (yes)
Had to skip snooze (yes)
Homies watch me make my moves so they take what they take cause it’s take or lose
My brother had to face

Admiral ackbar, bringing the traps like Lesnar
Kill it and move in silence
I'm cruising by in a Tesla
Your music sounds weird bro, sorta like a hybrid
(Man

and ready 
Yea I'm loaded and ready 
(Verse)
I'm loaded and ready 
I slept with your bitch like a teddy
Got Lazo tatted on my belly 
Ain't shit you could tell

your ways, you'll end up in that factory
I never did, I never answered as a kid
What I'd like to be when I grew up, a general operative Haunted by lost

the muscle
Man that's my day one nigga 
Man I don't need a double
And That's my dawg 
Watch your mouth like you wear a Muzzle 
We Balling like a Houston Rocket

Hiding fake smiles was his style, invented the art,

What you know bout friends dying in a hit and run, 
What you know about friends dying by a hidden gun,

at the station (CMON)
You know you can't park there (DIP OUT)
You gone move it in the mornin? (CMON)
Meter maids dont fight fair (MY HOUSE)
Hit by bullet
Not

Contact
My Momma let nigga hit the Bottle go nap nap
My brother loss half his tryna Sale crack
I was seen nuns in kitchen as We cook crack
Cusin got murder

to pull them off my big wheel
Police know my face they make my misdemeanors big deals
Nigga fuck your seatbelt we gone pop off through that wind shield
My

And I realise
Everything's going wrong
Mama wants me to go
Papa needs me to stay
But I don't know where to go
Neither ways wasn't gonna take hold of my

Woke up my luck now starting to come closer to you
Won't you welcome?  The poor have started coming into the industry

I get shaken by listening

Island vibe 
Latin god here to bless all ya’ll
I’m the guy the make you quit your job 
Call you over come an sit at the bar 

I can tell you what it

arch in your back
You see my messages read receipts, you breaking the glass
I tell my brothers, I love them,
Never know life seem fast
My nigga Kris got

So
Do you recognize any of these men
I was hiding in the bathroom stall so I didn't see his face
But I heard him
He was singing along to the music

along the path of glory
With our blessing
Like heroes of ancient wars
Killing your ancestors!
You cannot say that I'm unaffected
By this hideous pace

ridin'
Staying down With the functions
Interrupting mics flow in motion
My OGs: Kurupt and N-Tone, bitch
Get em all tapping the wrong switch
Kill your hi

Glock gotta 30 round mag, that hoe gon' peak out
Gave my bitch a perk 10, she startin' to tweak out
Shot bro all in his face, he tryna reach out

his mom got a dead son
I kept on giving when I should've said no when they said can I have some
They know my face because I rap but know my eyes when I

Yeah, yeah (push it)
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'ma spray on some to earth
I put his face on the dirt
Yung Lean, I make it hurt, yeah
White tee, all on my