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hate on
Weak shit
Smoke a lil bit then I re-grip
Deep steps backwards
Pedaling to the beat trips   
Years turn to tracks 
Am I just lost in the vibes
By

wit ya gang
One thing about me
I'm unmotivated by
All of the vanity fame.
But had no problems
Selling Danity Kane
Single handedly
Put myself in

niggas who laughed
Lord forgive can't go to the past
I just can't fuck wit 'em again
I need some digits so how can I rest?
Got love for music I'm skipping

the metal, with the end point of a shovel leave you dwelling in the shadow realm
Unfortunate lil fellow with no water in his kettle
He is empty with no water

Niggas tryna violate a member
Gang assault 

We pull up 10 deep, tryna get u merked 
Give a fucc if  it’s  am or pm 
As long as we catch emm by the 9

on cell
919-520-1891 
Story just begun 
You still got time to be your hometown hero 
Still tryna save me lil cousin in New York 
Who ain't got no food in

Shit it aint nun else to do
I leave the games to the casinos hoe don’t play with my loot
We in the wild wild west you can’t step in my boots
Who said

designer  
Im bad n I'm boujee 
 
Ran up my money 
You know I get to it 
Act like a fool 
Butchu know what you doin 
Don't fuck with people 
Who pickin

to pop it nigga I'd be wrong
Lil' boy you a bitch
Mane yo' pussy showin'
I hid all the crack with the silicone
If you talk to police you
Can't come to my

puffin on cloud

Bad lil bitch play da booty like a bongo
Shawty she twerk wit dat booty from the congo 
Gonna make it rain on her head needa poncho
Gotta

trynna run off
Get dat bag up
I got pill poppin niggas wit me
Killin shi
Mama told me grow up slow
When you get old its realer here
I lost too many fallen

lonely 
I let my emotions go I can’t be holding on

Roll that shit up one mo time turn me up a lil bit more 
Gave them niggas enough time now it’s time I

Got them yoppas watching, shhh careful who you let around, them niggas get to tweakin them boys spinnin like a fan now
Pillow talkin' with the hoes, you

of clouds
Glidin', this be that weed n rhymes, I stay on point
Wit a joint lit, bitch I'm rhymin slick
And you can't really tell me shit, I'm ridin' low,

be dumbfounded
By the world & its treasures. What's out there.. who could guess it
Fuck it, why not go get it? So many I knew ain't get the chance

For a second ima 
Hit em wit a lil funky flow 
Funky in the street 
Dippin in an out of road

Doin what I gotta
Till campaign blow 
Doin what I do

breakfast I
Start with a peach
I'm teaching
You lessons, so
Check your
To do list
Lil baby
Get back
In your seat
She hop
On a flight and
Be there
Quick

With a haven't you people ever heard of
Closing the goddamn door no
It's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poison rationality

I say internet steppers, all them niggas finna lose a leg
Niggas better kno about lil tae, man, you ah lose ya head
Try N take my chain off my neck

downhill,
How ill, this lil chill is ready to rip it still
Go forth
Bare your soul
Pray for love
Leave the rest behind now
I wanna know do you bleed in these

this nigga a half of bag of some shake
Drop down yea we pushing up late
If we don't get em he living by faith
If you a rat then imma snake
Imma die bout

Georgia Plains (Holy Grounds)

Witchdoctor

A S.W.A.T. Healin' Ritual

1997

a lame nigga, nigga take his shoes
I'm from Eats Point, Atlanta, we don't fight by rules
You don't know Cool Breeze or lil Freddy Calhoun
In this place,

Countin this faces im in my element
Xciryl is dangerous, who you know betta than
Just float, float, float, good dope
Just float, float, float, good dope

on top, and lil CV in the lead
Try to run up, pussy boy you won't succeed
Bitches gettin' cold, I'mma warm her up for dinner
Nigga wanna fold up in