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still gonna
the real wunna
dont talk when you know that you dont wanna
pop your shell dont burst your collar
and if you wanna be real cuz holla
im not

I’m chasing, but close ain’t good enough
Tryna furnish shit from roof to basement, supreme interior
Residing on the charts my boy, put my heart in this

you before your throw
Not human don't feel at all
ct least that's how they treat me
Since the 08 till it came true
Now Imma give you a head start
Then I

smoke purp
Nigga this grown by cookies
I told them boys that the price going up (price going)
So they might as well gone head book me
I got rank nigga I

I promise you, take my Pinky
I'm wit Gang don't know a Yankee
In his feels cause his kid crank me
And his old lady wanna clank me
I heard him saying

to Kennedy Town
I seen gangsters cry when their mama died, my boy sold coke got forty-five
I know that legends don’t die, put in work so I can be immortalized

of this music
Kids on the uppity, from the underground like a submarine
In love with sound, it's all in my head
I don't write shit down, I said fuck a sheet

people do broken things[00:48.08]Oh boy[00:48.88]Can't wait to open my phone today[00:50.25]I wonder how many got killed[00:51.92]Rinse

real wetter
I am not the one or the two, we put you on real stretches
Talks behind my back, you just pussy, ain't giving real pressure
Yeah, I ain't

T and pretends to bite
Him before cuddling his head
You're cute! You want me? I'm all yours
I don't want no beef
You don't want no beef? You don't want
Why, what's

Had to go and put my soul in this
Put my whole fucking soul in this
You got tomorrow
It's Crazy, I been surviving in modern times
Influenced by

the back room ima put it in her crack
I don’t want the B why you keep coughing on my d
Took her head off is you sick
I had to stop her nah I don’t want no

darth vader
I eat this bitch without a fork
Fuck it i don't feel like going to court
I push start my whip and i put it in sport
Yeah im kicking their ass

hit or miss
But I don't miss shit and I
Always got a hit to give
Long Beach guys sight my porch
And this off the top
This ain't musical chairs
Ain't no

to see the smile on your face 
Want to put on for my state I ain't trying to move to the A
My granny just past I'm holding back so many tears
Granny I'm

the gift in my hand, Breis!

Ric Flo
Ain’t no body messing with the misfit
Buck your statistics this kid’s different 
I don’t really think that they’re

happen just bring your twin n em
And I'ma hit my dogs up for sure we bringin' them Benjamins
Man, I done got throwed off by a ho Fuck what the mission is

non of you’ll niggas contemporary fuck with
Fuckery is when I suck on your bae’s nipple
Talk of rivals they don’t see revival
I got me the bread all I

me and pop them pills I talk about the tech
Red eye when I spin the block I scope you in the head
Mother fucker by the venue I put a red dot on your

talk pape', boy talk capanese
I'll put the red dot on him like Japanese
BAPE hoodie on
Walk around like Assassin's Creed
Got the head and bounced on
That

but we dealin' on big parts
Gettin' them contracts
Makin' sure we got the shit to spark in the combat

My thrax don't come sent in the envelope
I'm

not win?
At least three of the albums that I dropped in your top ten (talk to 'em)
Your wrist "tick-tick," boy, the hand on my watch spin
Not in

they don't even bother
Off with your head if my kids ever bothered, yeah
I shedded some tears when I wrote this shit
Be hurting inside, no one notices

a bad bitch now
She throwing it back on the balcony (whoa)
Big money, with a big house
Until you got that don't be @ing' me
Boy, you living at your