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Ugh
Ugh
Ugh
Shiiiiieh!
Who's that man that you saw in the alleyway,
no one
We don't flap lips we retaliate,
Blow sum
Sharin fat clips so fuck out my

don’t want no plans, Lil mama just want to Lay on me 

Baby thinks it’s love

I think that she’s running game on me Yea 



Don’t nobody gotta know 

I

the minute they count on me
19 years old and I still ain't getting no young
I get it just let me breathe
Conscious telling me to please
Believe in all these

on her like I already knew her
They say the kitty has nine lives
But messing with Jase, now she's got fewer
Cos I will beat that up till there's nothing

relevant, everyday I build my relevance
Brick by brick, never malevolent
Often in slight metal shit 
I make heads spin like The Exorcist
Triple 9's. No

Xeneizes

Quarashi

Jinx

2002

trying to get by on planet 9 well,
nice try. Tequila flats while I'm flipping my hats I do the new jaywalking
while I feed the stray cats on the one two

the hawks

It's obvious I'm on a higher level
Beyond cloud nine, I'm zonin' on a flyer level
No baggage, no tickets, just another plane
My transmission's

And anybody that ain't sliding with me
Is a threat to me
I've been riding by myself

Cause I don't need no fucking casualties
Negativity off in my ear and
White

the Glock, show me it work or somethin', stop runnin' your lips
I'm not talkin' bout no hula hoop, this pistol on my hip
If it's beef up in the street, then

[Malibu]

New ap Keep it wet (slurp)

Icy wrist and icy neck 1

Frozen rollie, dap patek

Diamonds dancin on Baguettes (ouuu)

I make that call

It’s ready

she for the streets
Already know what I teach can never trust nobody
That how you end up in lava in some hot water
Set up be lambs to the slaughter

I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
I got red on my Christian Lous these some bloody shoes
I got red on my jean U's these some bloody Trues

a void
Toast up with me if you do this with a choice
Will say it once can't say it twice, don't trust no one
It'll cost your life, I had my back against

to know

I'm in Mexico, with a can of coke
With the sand and sun in my eyes
Here to celebrate, what a piece of cake
No 9 to 5 in sight
Just this sight

low on trust
I don't know man that's how i was born
My first time i hit the strip club, Men was my first time I saw white bootie shaking in a real life

never be mine,
Forever resigned to a nine-to-five ‘till I decide to die,
Writes me off, however clever the lines I write,
I'm scared that someday when I

don't need no help
Got it out the mud
Shit I did this by myself
What I look like not getting this money
countin it up
What I look like not hopping outside

no brakes on my ride 
Foot on the gas 
On my way down nine five 
Set it off 
With a little jack and smoke for da mind
Cause this world so crazy 
Wish I

by no nigga
Trigger finger taking the disguise of hoe niggas
Better close that back door on Jody
Man, these niggas ain't yo homies
Better close that

It's dark outside and I'm too damn tired to eat anything but shit
Is there anyone out there who trusts the fools in power?
Trapping us in this nine

A time to live and a time to die
And a time to read in-between the lines
And a time to give an eye for an eye
No time to fib, ain't no time to cry
I

hypocritic
Try to find my way around 'em got my head spinning
Now I stick to inner circles to avoid damage
By myself, I'm looking gloomy cause I've got

a few
I'm speaking it real
Speaking it real
Every beat I get it kill better call Mike Will
Nine to five I'm working hard just to pay the bills
Yeah that's

but young nigga try me
Dont need no glock 
Don’t need no nine
Laid his ass out
Only swung one time
I wasn’t trying 
Thought i was lying 
You on yo back