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Cut off some fam if they consider switching the business

Don’t need no advice ima get it, lieutenant the way that I’m confident with it

Enter the game

they got a chance

I try to tell 'em these youngins recycle but just know that tuesdays they take out the trash
Go on and stand by the curb and jst wait

buried, cause you niggas is some clowns and y'all scary, bitch
Cause I'm the fuckin' Grim Reaper,
Pull up with your bitch in all black two-seater
I don't

rich, so I'm droppin' this album, I walk in the room and Lil Murda be crowded
By bitches and phonies and goofies and stolies, I know what I'm doin', get

at your heads like a deadly crow 
N if that don't work I'll just sit back In go enne meeny miny moe, 
Grab this Prick by his hoe since my hearts black

Fill up yo champagne glass 
A toast to the life I don’t take a damn thang back 
Been through up and some downs but you can’t change past 
N these

head I'mma make it quickly
Turn me a mil from a dollar fifty
(Listen sacred)
So all of you locals just back off
This my future so mask off
Crown in your

I gotta wake up game need a shake up
Words in my head so you know I gotta stay up
All about the bread so you know I gotta bake up
Yeah on the way up

a bath
You want some smoke then go head
Put it up in the air
I go put it out like I'm Smokey the bear
Gold frames on my eyes them is new Cartier's
I can

soft was the sin
Back when Big Herk had the city by the balls in his hands
That nigga said he raped Barbie and he blew up Ken
We used to bang rock

Leave you red from head to toe, give you the blues
When I fix you wit' some light gray cement shoes
I rode Tru's and vogues, nice blades and pirellis

firm, some are gonna dash.
Some of them boys just ain't ready for the clash.
When you don't see your life pass you by in a flash.
Cuz others wanna hate

yeah
Play with my money, nigga, you gone end up dead
I'll put this fuckin money on your head
I'll put this money on your head and still kill you myself

and white and not talk about racism, man this shit real (Yeah) 
Some say they mean well but a lot of us blacks gettin' killed on the streets (So sad) 
Put

a little more
It's the same old, never-ending cycle
Feels like I can't catch a breath to breathe
So much running through my head
Suffocating
I can barely

Like goddamn, huh (goddamn)
Like I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like
Oh, he gettin' shot (like)
I'll spin his block, like
(Run that up,

nobody's
Help, but I found myself in some dark places, on God, I made it out all by myself,

And that's problem shit, you got a problem with it, you can

thrill by tha grill with Sil
This shit you gotta feel
This shit is fire for real
This shit designer real
This head behind tha wheel

This a Boss Fight
This

tucker
I don't trust 'em, I don't love her
Little brother
Don't make me reach out and touch ya
I don't got candy but I'll
Turn your head to Gushers, sucka

a smile and get my flirt on
Be flaggin' 'em down
Tell them girls to slow that ass down in my work zone
Walkin' by wit' my head held high
My neighbors be

before
Thought I’d make some real music ‘fore i head back out the door
Had to quit my old job stocking racks at the store
Y’all just try to shut me out but

rewind 
Wen I say it’s up then it’s up n u ain’t gettin far 
It just take a call to make a call to find out where u are 
Ride round in a renty do my dirt n

be doing niggas ugly
And I just got another sprite and poured a four and made it muddy
How the fuck you popping it on live about some street shit
Tell

Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags