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world is fuckin dyin

[Chorus I (2X)]

[C-Murder]
My nigga dead, my nigga died, how the fuck you figure
Another victim, my brother was a drug deala
I'm

''Move In'' 

VS 1

''Turn up for that pain man
For that shawty that don’t fuck with a young nigga''

If you wanna’ come talk of that shit
I got

of as**
As like the girls at ATL
Which is amazing
(haha)
This ones like
Dedicated to those girls 
That 
Showed me a really good time
You know


Damm baby yo

About this time

You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's Priest mothafucka
You

shit from a pussy nigga,
Two, gotta lotta beef with vanilla niggas,
Three, why you be so stingy with the weed?
Cuz you not putting in and this shit not

And I'm not worrying about my feelings too
Because I know I got you by my side
Thru thick and thin god knows I motherfuckin' sin
Im a lovable person that

Ight then
Dedicated to this rappin shit
They say I'm finna blow
I'm in da O
But if that flip ring
You know I gotta go
Hit the spot bag it up
Buddy callin

and Bo-Loc'll show ya, smell the aroma 
We gon' ride til we die, ain't no glory in lettin' it slide 

[Chorus: x2]
For all you punks that never heard of these

Oh my god I cant roll...
Now everybody knows i want 
My lungs wanting that O
This world wont let me have my smoke

Play a song that I wrote dedicated

head you'll be good just be patient
And I'm telling Kayla that every day I awaken
Dedicated to my kids to they health and they safeness

Black Blazer

just like
A spy
Not the one, nor the two, nor the three, so
Quit fuckin' with me Got these niggas by they Throat, I'm not lettin them breathe
I feel like

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

is just a kid
But I have improved since Covid nineteen hit
This is not a rouse why don't you have a sit

No partner not two I am one, and that's it
I

Slide bitch, I'm on to the next
Sauce on you hoes like I play for the Jets
This point in time I'm just nothing but net
I got 10 on each ear, that's

never ever ever ever 

Satan on my back trying to run me off track 
one shady figure in front with his hand on the jack 
2 hands in my pocket trying run

motherfuckers must ain't peeped them
Last two albums, for real, dick riders

[Hook - 2x]
All you hoes, talking down
Guard your grill, keep moving around

he want is the heart so I had 2 give
Gotta lead by example 2 show the way
and remember in His name when you go 2 pray
Never ever let your love just

redefine your angles just to be a obtuse
But if you ain't gonna do it who will fill that shoe
It started with two bricks developed a blueprint
You think

though most have died
You hear Ev' over Premier
Clear the lane, maintain
The other half of Khalil is on stage chase
Chace the clouds away to an infinite

Oh

One, two, three, four
We're separated by a margin of a greater degree
The same flesh and blood but in a different lane
I read the remedy

fuck with bitch less she chocolate (Chocolate)
I'm finally getting my shot so I'm bout to take off like a rocket
You cannot stop what is destined 2 be
So

the glory
Hated on by many but sicka than most that's why im making that bread you sitting eatin that toast
Making moves like a dedicated chess player big jug

is stage two, find what's going on
I was wrong I decided they were lying all along
And I'm fuckin' mad about it, dammit are you serious?
Ninety-five

kicking, so I'm scoring goals like Mbappe

Smokin' on that shit, eyes red like I'm Sasuke
Cartier, see my buff stay on two-tone
Trae Young on the 50 piece