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big homie don't play by tha look on my face get you whacked
I do not speak on my binnis just know
If you crossed me my nigga don't think I forgot
She

feel this
Don't show no mercy fill his head up with blue tips
Way I give beef must've thought I was Ruth Chris
Drive by back to the crib with a empty

agent
I hear the streets steady calling
Niggas call but I don't ever pick up
Say it's for life then they go and switch up
Say that it's beef then it's up

my finger on that trigger
Yes I'm a grave digger
For these lil rappers
Suge Knight in this bitch
Imma turn you in to a sticker
Keep my name outta your

between a floor mat and a door mat
I'll leave you sleep by that thing where the floor at
I'm stacking so much paper
You would think I got beef with

Ali
Wanna hang on the block , you gotta run it by me
Dee Inna cut where the hittas be
You'd think my name lean the way he fall asleep
These bitches

lil thing is just gonna be alright
Imma do what I can do to provide
Everyday I be out post on my grind
Hustling hard I just wanna get by
Yea yea yea

dots at yo whip n make you hit a tree
I kno freak hoes tryna fuck me off of jealousy
I got sick of being broke and found a remedy
Lil ho
She goin' off da

But they still be bringin' people into beef
Why you ain't tell me your OG had ratted on them niggas 
When they was up in the streets
Apple don't fall

Take it back to when it was eighths in the pack
Kidnap you over that lil' rap you wrote, leave your family taken aback
By the handsome quote, that I

some clowns
We just call em bozo
P's by the pound
If I'm pulling up
Keys to the town
Wit my lil thottie
Boosie wipe me down
They don't want no beef
We be

Member I was stuck in my cell 

Since a jitt Nigga I was causing hell 

Speak the truth that's the real 


Was just a hard knock child 

I ain't

speak about the problematic
I won't be bias by the things that make me a fanatic
Aye
Just make sure to relax your mind
I know your conscious and your

the language you speak, would prefer you leave
Montreal caught up in the midst of provincial beef
Never represented, the farmers def get to speak
But Montreal

this choppa made em sing

All this ice around my neck forever putting on for the team DN Glocc that's my lil brother I'll give him anything

Can't get

talking
We let that bitch blow
I come from the bottom
I never was poor
Moving in silence
Don't speak what I know

Moving in silence
I move like lil Roddy

your ass
I never ever crossed my niggas that’s fam
These want beef they ain’t real call it spam
If you talking guns then my shit never jam
Bad bitch her

the source
I’m Screaming Free Ron, til I’m feeling hoarse
Niggas talking bullshit, cause god gave em voice
I Had to grow into a man, I was a lil boy
Life hit

your heat
This is my life
This what I speak
I’m used to serving got trap of the week
I’m in these streets I ain’t coping no beef
Two tone glock when I’m

beat
Then I pick out my teeth
And record it by Feek
Soul I'ma keep
Bleed out my heart when I speak
Can't compare em'
Where you can't compete
All my

It's like yo eye pink
When you touch the mic to hype-speak
Can't compare to how mind leaks
Ain't no going back to your comfort like a signed lease

Just play it cool
You gonna make a fool once you go against the crew
Lil baby wanna ride by my side
Issa do or die
Be my Clyde, I’ll Bonnie bitches if

And my niggas move by the 6
And my niggas stay with a stick
Now and days can't trust nobody lil bitch I stay with a stick
Pop a perc and then I get

real
I'm humble but I know they cannot fuck with me for real
You try to beef than dap me up like why you even speak for real
I crave for this I dream for