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some girls from abroad
She doing tricks on the dick it's haram
Who would've thought that the kid from sticks would be way out here fucking the city up
I

Just don't give up, as we stand another day to fight
He said he wants peace to increase but the piece he increases is that piece he Released which

giving em hell?
And I may not be rich but I know I'll prevail
My reward in heaven is great, that's Matthew 5:12
All these other rappers bars just gon' lead

on others
And I ain't tryna be rude but how the hell are we brothas
Unless they got my old father then I guess we brothas
But I got too much sins that I just

and just tell her[00:24.80]I cant be friends with no master shredders[00:26.54]All rats gonna die one way or the other[00:28.36]All these bitches gon get you

keep it tuck
Yeah I keep it tuck
Smoking this gas got me stuck
I be in the trap posted up
With my niggas rolling up
Hit the gas
Shawty bad she pop a tag

And drums and glizzys with beams we go dumb 
Your bitch say she love me
Keep blowin' up my phone she just wanna have fun
I ignore her 'cause I love me some

second is a gift and I'll be damned if you forget
That you don't want to leave this Earth with a single dumb regret
As the clock ticks, and your phone dies

I came a long way, bitch, so get the fuck up out my face
Yeah, I be ridin' with some killers and we slidin like err Day
Bitch, I'm ballin', Damien

shot, don't be outside, I pull up on you

Niggas just be rap cappin', they quick to put the police on you
Twenty-three shots in this 5-7, we slidin' in

a bar can get depressing
Some girls I want are just waitin
‘Til I blow up and I’m famous
I ask what to do
I even tried askin youtube
They don’t get what

still too young for weddings, I'm just saying
On the bulls**t and we ain't even in Chicago
Why you be heated if we ain't nowhere near Miami
I'm trying

a curse
Fly bitches want me I swear it's a curse
You can be talkin put you in the dirt
Nigga keep talking put him on a shirt all these hoes tryna fuck I do

taking his life
Just like something I found
(Ay, lil bitch)

Run up them bands
Count up the cash
Niggas be talking & hating
Run up them bands
Count up them

These niggas be riding the wave
These niggas want hate on the gang
But we do not fuck with these lanes
No we don't fuck with these lames
These niggas talk

soul tied
Soul ties
I ain't into fads
So I still be wearing Polo
Always wanted a Lexus
With peanut butter seats
I use to want to play for the Cavs
Now I

at me
This was way before the drip 
On the wrist and the money
Before living in the towers 
Way before I had the caddy yeah
They just wanted real 
And I'm

Its been like twenty five years n I want give back
I been tryna break pain down like a Kit Kat
I been at the craps table tryna get my chips stacks

tonight
Ooooooh, oh my God I'm just trying to get next to you
I turn my phone off, I don't wan't no phone calls when I'm trying to have sex with you
Your

Change the beat I ain't talking about no freak ay
Pull up the seats make them see tru cleats yea
Bring it shall be I gotta go pee ay
Finish a lap

child's an arsonist
That's why I'm a problem
On the mic
You want no parts of this
Was I imbued with powers
By a sick syntax sorceress
In an act of defiant

The person I've become, know she couldn't do the same thing
Different type of growing pains
When you see the man that you were just cannot remain
When you see

to fight
It's like a nigga blew up over night
Bet he want smoke but I won't pass that light
Niggas so slow ain't no passing me by
I just wanna hit the hall

goals
Keeping my vision enclosed
Killas they posted with poles
Tell em the mission they go
Don't talk about it be about it hoe
Stacking bread I need it by