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‘teille
J'ai du mal atterrir ou mal enterrer
Les restants de mon âme all Eyez On Me
Y'a plus que 2 Ions que je pack
Lone wolf alors qu'I was running
‘round

I never gone slow
Yeh mera hi to verse
Jise chahte hain log
Beat bass and a J
Karu words mai throw
Jab sore the yeh saare
Maine  karma kiya
Ab dekho

Kanye
Meticulous sanjay
Love is what I got that's sublime ay
And it'll take over your mind in a blind way
Bombs every line j, Shots of the don j
Juice

The money on my mind cause really there's no other way
Like Wesley snipes in 95 I'm on the money train
My Migo gone invest he tryna go legit today
My J

some trophies
I smoke by my lonely, this one of one
I don't find home in your homies
See the hoe in your homies
I ain’t beefin’ with blacks and latinos

the muscle
I got a grind, I'ma wake up and hustle
If you my dog, then I'm taking the sentence
Ain't ran from no smoke in a motherfucking minute

Handful

been dead no lie
If it wasn't for mum I probably
Would've still been doing time
If it wasn't for Ben I probably
Wouldn't never seen my own grind
If it

everyday
Shebi everyday ni mo n tepa
Shebi everyday ni mo n shi she
Ni mo n tepa moshe ooo
Yo, I rise and grind every single day
Mon shishe kara kara bro, no

on the Blvd slanging pussy slanging shards/I'm servin sacks and servin fake macs/hustlas on that hustle- get that bread make it double/playas on that playa

saw was some little skater kid
Come runnin by with a test tube, one of them glass ones.
Oh man, I'll check the news
And find out what the hell's

Slow Loud And Bangin
And you'll be in the dust

It's a known fact I
Got a mouthpiece contaminated
Niggas hate it knowing they can't fade it
Innovated by

[00:21.107]Passing by the street hoes, looking for the dial-a-d***
[00:24.076](Woo)
[00:25.099]I used to trap on my cellphone
[00:27.126]I never thought I make it here

hunneds on the screen come from hustle behind the scenes
Spending hours with that powder to keep a knot in my jeans
Get it by any means I ain’t eatin off

Cause I be on my grind till they notice
All love, I stay on them like neck brace
ey, choke them out
One more round
My bars be too tight, this judge ain't

shit, get smacked by the kid
Fell to the ground, but I'm getting my ass up
Ain't no police chase, but I'm needing back up
To pack up from the club, nearly

round inna hood
For myself I had to fend (I had to fend for myself)
I was throwing up gang signs
Even when I stayed by the fvm (I'm still throwing it up)

talking you're on like feces
I'm peanut butter, to the Reeses
My raps accustomed to the real but lonely, up at a spot
Most niggas missing by a mile
I

Verse 1
No be today we don dey work
24/7 on the grind ooo
Man don dey hustle we chop o
As we dey walk make baboon nor dey chop o
Na only by God grace

for the night yeah
Ready for the night yah, ready for the night yah
Ready for the night yeah
Double 20 je taille
Et j'assure mon grind
Là pour ravager

tree, create and achieve, relate only to bees
Buzzing in my chamber, surrounded by wax, working for the vibe of a queen
Certainly selflessly, I'm going

fir mai akela(Ahaan)
Fir vahi hustle vahi grind 
Vahi dard vahi rhymes
Vahi bhasad vahi life
Vahi kabar vahi khaayi(ohh no)
Tu code baatein chauda hoke

though, its my pleasure though

Flfy times, fly by, so ima put on while all the time flies
Working for 1st place I never trained for ties
Bringing truth

a hustle that I love and a grind that works
New York State of mind with a house in the A
And industry that says hey come to LA
And a kid I keep moving

nothing Coming up a nigga  by really was struggling  
Amused by the Gaup but was puzzled
The streets they taught me bout the hustle 
Now just like that