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of the pill, now she too in the zone
I be gettin' booted up, still know what be goin' on
Have the shooter shoot it up, I ain't cappin' in these songs

We

on the road, whole onion
Goyard hold hundreds
I got these hundreds comin', so abundant
Spend it to get it, Benji's like it's nothin'
He hit him, we'll get

that bitch tonight
And now you actin' like you love her
Fuck you, you a whore
I gotta keep it real
I shook a Nigga quick,
end up with J and Phil
J is

dodging it
Have you ever felt like you were under water and drowning
But when you looked up some boats came by but you acted like you never saw them
Cuz

Yeah, what's good boys and girls
From U.K to the U.S, a brother blessed
It's time the hitman, check
About to hit you with another one, yes

Yo I'm

listen
And my weed different
I guess we different
In this wip dipping
And this bitch different
On this pack puffing
This shit hit different
You say you

killers real active
Fuck totin' them pistols, nigga, all my choppers real massive
He got hit, but the boy look like he got bit by a Bullmastiff
Free big

don't see the hype but you know that it see us
Thats right fuck that shit now I ain't holding back
New girl, same me, putting Dale on the map
I got big T,

never took it
Now he act how the pros act (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Now he's a known act, giving out toe tags
(Fuck, fuck)
Fuck a co-sign, I'm too cold for

of me
cause its not what i came to say to you
not a day goes by while i take time to pray for you
sorry now for what your mom and dad
what they did to you

meant to me
By the age of 18
I’mma have a hunnid bands
AR with a beam
Make you hit the runnin’ man
Drum hold 50
Yeah you know I’m dumping that
Once I pass

wass
Go defend your team and fall back
Tryna ball in the big boy league now
My man's pissed 'cause he can't get a call back
You can run your mouth

hoe don't need them
You can save all ya apologies and sorry, hoe just keep them
I was six years old told a bitch let me sit by window
If it's four of us

difference is the living that just lie to get by
Watch how everybody act now
Drink until they black out
Party til your spinning
And your lying on your back now

Never Change

Lyrical 187

Ready 4 What Eva: Slowed & Chopped

down in the streets, getting paid
I'm still gon work the block, and make it bleed all day
I'm still gon hit the studio, and spit these flames

Look I

Gumbo

JT the Bigga Figga

Best of the Rompalation

2005

so 

We hit the strip from San Jose, to Vallejo 

Make more scrilla by the mouth piece 

Non-talking niggas don't know shit about me 

Ignore

I had a Huffy
You could ride the handlebars
Got some battle scars but
That means I survived
Now I'm lookin' for a lady to walk by my side
Better like

llama 
No longer fit my cute pajamas (But now I'm grown ma)
I'm not behaving for allowance 
(I'm grown na)

Mama (Hey, hey)
I was raised by them commas

dope boy, my whole town know
Part-time rappеr, they still tryna
Steal my sound though, it's Murda

They say I'm a gift from God
But possessed by a dark

the bank now
I'm in here with my blood bro on Crip I send some shots bout em
How you wanna do it where the sticks the Glocks on stand-by
Too turnt up wont

don't want smoke. Money in my pockets like I'm stealing out the store. Two-two-three hit ya dead in the kneecap left that boy walking like a bow legged

a telescope
Number (N) ine in my wardrobe
Rocking V but it mean alone
Who is you? Boy, you unknown

Calling the dope like, "Pick up the phone"
Calling the money

Hollywood Fergie:
It's ya boy (Yeah)
Hollywood Fergie
Dj Dyber, Biggavel' (Oww)
It's a Gain Greene wave baby
Let's go

Chorus
Dj Dyber:
Fifty dollar

from Jehovahs in the window
Slowly honing in on sonics I'll admit my music was a shit show
Learning by myself for the info
Homies hit me up like homie