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VERSE 1
I can tell someone hurt you
By the way you don’t trust me
And that nigga was stupid 
Cause he ain’t realize that he was lucky 
You said they

to be a man
To fulfill His Father's plan
He preached the Word throughout the land. Oh, glorious day
Jesus healed the deaf and lame
And for the blind he

Man, They talking money over beats but they couldn’t afford a car note
Couldn’t afford the lease on them beats they talking hard on
Knock ya horse

“Let’s run out of the woods
The fireworks were fun, but I know places for both of us
To never grow up
To the beautiful sunrise
To begin the story of us in

said “Let’s run out of the woods
The fireworks were fun, but I know places for both of us
To never grow up
To dance under midnight rain
To begin

Verse 1 (Kurt Dog)

Inglewood mentality stack it to the ceiling bee raised by the Og's which makes me generation 3 in the trenches tuck something

much money I made 

It’s fucking insane 

I used to be lame 

Might fuck around cop Cartier frames 

And hit the dance made up made up by Blade 



Ask

Wanna sell sum work? Well then bitch nigga run it by me
Close the fuckin door axe man coming through
Let the scythe cut up yo' body sigil fingers too
It's

a test drive girl I'm tryna own that
Oh
Lemme pull up on you one time
Top back see the stars in the night sky
Leather with the wood grain when I ride by

it if I'm sitting in class

Backwoods and lean cups on my table
I got dabs make you weak in your ankles
I'll do it by myself so I don't need a thank

and a different kind of man
Militant alcoholic with a temper and a firm hand
Got pushy while making demands
Hit her a few times she was taking a stand
Soon after

she say she love that energy and im just screamin likewise
say that ima nice guy, wont fuck her like a nice guy
never brag about my man, but she say

good your body so bad
Taking this wood like you a professional eating the pussy your hands on my head Thinking That you wasn't even Prepared by you

brownish
Screaming gibberish in the booth
Man these niggas don't got no talent
I do this how I want
Don't ask the engineer how I be sounding
Oh he say he

that set Don't care if I rip it up
Sit up, nah fuck that head on the floor
Not allowed to finish Richardson at the olympics
Solid Wood that you be

pack the blicky
Smoke em in the back by the woods
No Halloween treat or it get tricky
Roadman Roadman Roadman Roadman Roadman i'm in the city
Please

Yeah
Man I'm I'm sick in tired of all These Bitch ass niggas
Pussyass niggas
Fake niggas
Only fuckin with the real niggas
Ain't nothing but the real

sucked now
From my fuckin neck to my toes
Still shootin decent
Throwin grenades at the precinct
Henny, Wood, Guinness
Mad niggas are gettin finished
Fessin

cant eat by myself
I been feeling real pain
Even in the sheets
I can't lie I been beat
To much envy I think I need help
Back been heavy from the heavy

Throwing Dollar$ For Thrills
Lyrics by © Graham Hull 2023

We're way out in the country outback
We're way out in the country
We're throwing dollars

like me the way i go in by a check could've signed to nike
Where the dope and hoes at, that's where i'm at ain't hard to find me
He say he a real one

but I never been a fool
So many choices in this life you gotta choose
But you can't wait around and let it go by
You gotta make a move
Cuz your dreams

another man, Never put trust in a ho
That's what n***** meant by only if you know, Shorty wanted my kids and wanna watch them grow
Only if you know that