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bandit
She got fluffy hair, she know that I am praising
She got black mask and attention I am paying

Doesn't matter how many times we argue we gon run it

scheming on the low
For the come up high key
Now my track so lit
They can't take me lightly
Everybody feel the subs
This adrenaline rush
Amplified by a touch

And what you don't have now
Trying to hate on me with a glass dick in your mouth
Used to represent in Cleveland black trucks with the bumps
Drive through

ordered it
From Bento
Boy you just
A rental
Copied from
A stencil
Easily erased
Never led
With a pencil
I lead by example
Over you I trample
Lean into

Blah Blah Blah… Yada Yada Yada… (Can People Please Finish What They Sayin’)

By Twenty-Something DJ Franklin

(c) 2022 Raymond F. Quinton

Woke up

I Got Pulled Over

Kid Frost

East Side Story

1992

late at night, I grab my keys
Kid Frost put me up with a skeez
So I roll a blunt to go
On that late night hype, who gives a fuck about five-o?
I'm

Shoe Louis V, belt double G

Choppa aint cheap two two three out da jeep

By now u see u aint fuckin wit me

Make like a tree nigga go head and leave

remember extra chrome, on them lowrider bikes
Slap boxing with Jermaine that low key taught me how to fight 
But everything was not alright, wish I had my

big enforce
Keep that score (yeah) leave when it late
Nigga get watched, I'm sure (yeah)
Damn, I can't find the key to my car (yeah)
She say I ignore

you should at least should be times by two
Or should we stop saying we're busy?
If you don't fuck with me, calm, at least say it positively
Look, many

heading down to Main
Like a pimp, hoes I got by the flock
In a CMC, and low key from cops
I'm on the grind, trying to stack my knots
I put about four G's,

respect drop some shells
You on the black tryna wait on a sale
I'm in the trap house waitin on the mail
Pull up to magic
I'm right by the kelz in

late
You ain't gon like the way this turn out
Ten minutes later
Get the keys and I'm out the do'
Hop in a black on black
I'm thinking fast but I'm

under lock and key
I’m constantly conquering every municipality
I’m consciously altering never move with normality
Air, land or sea doesn’t matter to me

to see me fall but I stood tall
Had a talk with God so I still ball
Took my chances off in these streets
These niggas tellin low key
Raised by OGs
We see

By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas,
they were questioning who the real threat is.
Big Brotherly love is the 21rst Century's plague.

Young dolph key glock chopstick 







Look when I whip how it bubble up , I lost the bet had to double up 



I got da stick in da club wit us , u

to know
Paid dues, I hate rules so I made my own
Pushing on a open road fighting off sleep
5am whipping solo until I eat
Major key don’t play me for cheap

powers of this being
Malevolent creation
His insatiable hunger for the galaxy
Will devour the realms of existence
Three million multiverses eaten by this

Buck down
Squad pretty hittas, ride sim simma
Ride low key in a all black bimma
Y'all know Keysh ain't lookin' for no beef
Mans in the street tryna

black n blue
N lies sell
They don't give a shit about the truth
I just wanna live lavish
Buy me some Benz n beemers
Get paid like public service
Blow up

back (time back)
But you ‘gon never understand
Until your kids get raised by another man 
Enjoy your hot boy summer 
Bye, now it’s winter 
I’m feeling

I'm sayin
I'm pullin'
up, you know what I'm sayin',
drop top
Hella chicks, you know what I'm sayin'
Black ones, snow bunny, Indian, Jamaican,
you know

I'm sayin
I'm pullin'
up, you know what I'm sayin',
drop top
Hella chicks, you know what I'm sayin'
Black ones, snow bunny, Indian, Jamaican,
you know