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on k, case the ops get clever
Gon' head and hit J
Tell 'em bring the suppressor
Ooh, get 'em
Metal, bender
Mans, too kettle
Nah, I don't settle
Hell naw,

Young fly nigga, dreads on me but don't get it twisted
I'll smoke you up into the sky like we gettin' lifted
Ya'll shit is scripted, me and money

FaceTime call quick, dayum
Said it all in my head, I ain't wanna know the info
Lot of shit been on my mental
I been speakin' to ya kinfolk
Oh, you got some

You can feel yourself
Not as a stranger in the world
Not as something here on probation
Not as something that has arrived here by fluke
But you can

all up to you and if you do your part
Don't go too crazy or you might lose ya head
Don't be too lax or you might feel the dread
There's the ups

And no, you ain't give me no choice
By force, I am giving my voice
(Falling)
Meh back with no fear
(Fading)
And that's why dem scared
(Down, down, down
Down

old school jams, gettin' the mood right
The bone or spade game
Ice keepin the DJ
Cup full of Courvoisier
Play on playa, that's the aim
There ain't no

flagrant we foul out
Nigga fuck is you talm bout
Fuck you talm bout
You niggas aint gettin no paper that shit runnin in place
New FN so sexy i pimp the bitch

up and head down somebody gone notice 
Bullets flew but ain’t no one get hit I guess he wasn’t focused 
Thought he was buying Za it was some Eh, pulled

you jewels for you
Call up all goons for you
Smoke weed and I pour a four two(Too)
Got some drip I drip on you too
Running our running our race
Gotta

bull, he movin' by the fifty (okay)
Of course we like us some freak bitches, this stick got a titty (freak)
Hall of fame slimes, bitch, we up there,

caged in this bitch
This bitch a set up
The road gettin' rough
Gotta keep my head up
My hustle gon' up
Gotta keep my bread up
Yeah
Last supper with my

the money bruh
Don't be salty just go get ya commas up
That's apostrophe probably over ya head like a halo
Baby orange whip it's sweeter than Faygo
I know

head they snake me
Never seen no shit like this
This backdoor shit b kinda shady
Would've Thought i was a ps5
The way dey tryna play me
I can't lie i got

Yo Dukes man... i think you need to calm it down a lil bit. You gettin' too hot headed
Look man, i been tryin' to, i been tryin' the humble way but

struttin'-n-stridin'
Worker bee blues yeah worker bee blues

Some bees say ' bout makin honey
Other bees say all 'bout money
Whatever it, is no time to look up
We bees

no way to explain it
I'm fight my depression, don't trust medication
I cry everyday cause I'm gettin too anxious
Losing myself shit is testin' my

Yeah
Check me out
Look
In the 305
You know we gettin right
You tryna get your body tight
Or tryna get your pockets nice
Tell your man to fly a kite

always asking who I care About
This for you baby I just want you Hear me out
I say a prayer everyday right Before i eat
I kiss my babies on the head right

told me she was Haitian 
I'm a real rude boy Jamaican 
Bumbaclot live by the code don't break it 
I get my hoes mistaken 
Gotta get rich number one

they'll miss me

Can't never take a breath
Get a little down time they gone take was left
On my back all up on my ass
Tell em hold a sack
Gettin sacked
If

ain’t gang I ain’t fuccin wit you
Hahn nigga call out
You da type that I’ll head checc when I’m takin the ball out
You a bitch plus you ain’t gettin em
It

I'm knowin' that you perfect and you deserve it baby
Tha nigga you was with ain't give you shit but some dick and a whole lotta problems
A whole lotta

the vision and how its gon set
Don't mind me though I'm... I'm here on by my lone
This is therapy to me, manifesting till I'm gone
Cant comprehend the sight