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Don't you know we've got to
Put our heads together?
Make the change cause we're all
In the same gang

Now as a youth I used to get my bang

You want smoke over a bitch, huh, we won't worry bout' it
Say some shit about my twin and we can go to war about it
He got a mop on top of his head we

not, it's the way I'm designed
On the attack, talk smack, don't lack
Stack plaques, spitting fax, on this track, relax
Get smacked as I come for your

Ends Well
Your boy's like Macbeth, you're going to Hell
Measure for Measure, I am the best here
You're Merry Wives of Windsor not King Lear
I don't know

She moved her nigga in
She dont gotta creep no more

Hi kids do you like thug life
Do you wanna get shot
In your motherfuckin dome twice
Do you wanna

I ain't even stressing bitch I know it's cool
Spit too much heat in my fucking music
Put all emotion why I don't even talk in school
You step to me?

your windows if you hop in and smoke with us,

Whoa,

Proud Head held high never bow to you,

Boy We got a lot of property I’ll show you how to shoot,

it (yeah, uh)
Heard your lil raps boy that shit was embarrassing 
Don't give a fuck if you darker or fairer skin 
You can feel the wrath they then let

from a thick cloth, you just all talk

Boy, so just shut your big mouth, this game will chew you up and spit you out before you
can count to ten
Can't

ride by her lone she don't fuck with no player
Bro got that loud and you know he got flavors
He stay in the cut and he tucked wit a razor
Money on your

and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They

And hope that they sell
Put on my mask when I'm out on a drill
we shootin' to kill
Im with the gang and we been on the move
Fuck out the way, let me get in

like you”

You can say that I'm one of God's miracles
When I was born, I was choked by my umbilical
cnd placed in the arms of two loving individuals
They

don't pick, I just choose
Look at you, little boy, playing with your little toy
Bet you don't own some cheese, bet you've got Crohn's disease
Cancer on my

on gram they don't
Believe in feds you niggas ain't
Goons better quit the playing when I get
Bored ima put some cheese on your
Head coming home from

ShittyBoyz boys, it's all the fucking same
And if you don't rock with BabyTron
Then you a fucking lame
Balmains on my ass, you wearing joggers
That's a fucking

You all my seeds in this shit I stay rooted
I keep making money that why I blue it
She be a dime but don't give me two cents
She throwin' that head

woah)
That's seven figures, all blues
So i can count 'em up when shit get boring (Talk ya shit)
Gonna need that in the- (Talk ya shit)

Сoupe by

All this rage'll make a nigga back out
Don't get blicked, baow, nigga
Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down
He get glit, baow nigga
Ain't no buck

from me took that shit instead
And I could never trust em, send a bullet through your head
And don't you get the message, boy, I'm running up my bread

the eye no more
It's hurting but I don't cry no more
I put my boy on my mix cd and all he could say is "My name ain't on it"
Rar, that's the thanks I get,

Inside her head yeah gotta make it buss
Hate when I love up on her
Put her in at trance bitch
I'm not the one to trust

Kill me in the future I don't wanna

gotta paid this shiid all in advance
I hate when the government is all in my bag
Well Too many questions how I'm getting stacks
My bad
I don't play by

put that on my mother
It make they block steam like butter
We leave opps runnin' to they mama
Belt to ass, don't do no runnin'
They should've known how