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know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get

turn to habits,
In a world that’s cold, and sees me as a savage.

Emerging from the projects, now I’m bonded in lavish,
Golden chains on my neck, yet I’m

2 sin 
Fucked up before I would do it again 
I'm about 2 make an irrational decision 
Y'all might never Ever see me again
All of my mistakes made me

people, you was here, way 'fore the cheddar
You know I gotta keep this heater, they wanna see me on a stretcher
We kickin' shit, not talkin' beef at all,

for me I don't back down from no nigga
They got a place for me

Lil Wayne:
See I want millions, hundreds and big thousands
Tryin' to rain clout

switched up and I turned an introvert
Put our lil' boy in the box, see his face up on the shirt
The jungle survivor, that's why they call me Murk
I don't

switched the font, and most of it's been rewritten
But you know me, pimpin', I don't stick to the script
I'm Tarantino, I was born to direct this flick
See

that and never let me live it down
Wasn't no dad never known to be around
Kind of pussy for a dad lets a pussy raise a man
Love my mom just spittin' them

know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get

thinkin'
Motherfuckers wonder why they never see me on weekend
We ain’t in the same pool fool
Now peep the fucking teachin'
You shallow
Battle cannonballs

the worst time project I’ve gotten
By a large margin
Nah
But really you done got me piecing puzzles
Pictures of my life I didn’t need
But they here
So
Fuck it

rest safely
Check my SoundCloud
See He changed me
Hear the difference
Flow so wavy
One like Brady
Best out lately
Fly to Son if it get rainy
Raps so

on the run Only reason I stopped
To see if you’d come
Looking like the two of us
Should have some fun
And beat each other skin
Like a Congo drum

So won’t you

the basement
Like my projects a grow operation
Deep seeded anger sprouting from reigning hatred
Zig Zag papers to ease this aggravation
Weak morals tempted by 7

stunting
They try to break my knees and leave me to bleed
If only they'd let it go and accept me for me
See y'all blinded by these blog sites like fog lights

braids
Now it's corny niggas and my homie on death row and bitches with they lemonades
But me I'm just not in to hate 
But it's some niggas that wanna see

we live by the sword
Slicing quicker then doctors at cords
With clipboards
So while you sit on the corner, speaking excrement
I frequent murder g's,

magazines
Media type magic photoshop press
See how it looks like plastic yo its not flesh
She's a product of the products they sell
cnother project in

dumb and still looking dumbfounded
Don't ask me how I'm high and at the same time, stay grounded
Just like surround-sound, let it surround you
With no

and then back
Where you can see everything
From legislation to crack
And the education for blacks is
Get it by any means
Where niggas in the hood ain't

Let me see you throw it up
Run up a check
Run up a check
Vvs’s on my neck
And my paint wet
26 inch rims yea
They offset
Rip To B
We ain’t done yet
Run

have been all in the way of myself for too long

Chaos, chaos, chaos, I see chaos in the streets, yeah
Chaos, chaos, chaos, I see chaos all in me, yeah

Had to make this shit happen
By my lonely
Shooting my shot
I make it like Kobe
If you ain't break bread
You is not my ho-mie
Don't say you love me
When

living my best life
Hypnotized by my drive
Defy the advice of the rest
White lines got me red lining, amplify my senses
So it is essential for me to be