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fights to wood bats and big knives (I'm yanking)
22's and 44's sneak out the door by midnight (we out)
You suckers ain't from war zones y'all goofy when

that shit
Your sis and I just made a flick
Tied her down by the wrists
She is my slave, and I'm swinging the whip
Benny boy, want some more
Come pick

When them crackers forced yo black ass into that religion
So who you kidding my nigga, man we supposed to be chilling
Ima go to the kitchen, Ima poor me

more kids
That'll kill than reap fortunes
Mountains of poor kids
Deplored by the sordid
More that are thwarted
Held back and deported

I don't like

to make these crackers richer
But u too blinded by the light to even get the picture 
Now I ain't saying if he ain't doing don't get ya paper
But understand

need no friends  enemies deceased like a disease that was brought by crackers I release this shit a high jacker huh hold up gun packer in my book bag

I’m a real ass cracker
I do what I have to
To get this to this matter
The bag is secured now you fuckers will learn
What I do whenever I can get even

to at the state fair
Now cusin tanzie growing hairs And my x told me I can’t stay there
I’m on Percocet by Shakespeare Don’t drive fast you don’t stay here
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with my brothers million deep on yo ass
Pull up on a cracker corner had to keep on the mask
Cuz we taking what we want just like you did in the past

In

Bad bitch, big ass with some lil' tits If I hit the button on that Yop , them boys
already hit Niggas love to do all of that talkin' but ain't

find nothing on me, I went to sleep in Polk county for nine hours, Told them crackers eat a dick I'll be out by tomorrow, I'm grateful God got me free

We get cheese like some crackers
We strapped up just like the Packers He too sweet, you know we pull it
If he reach it, hit with fully's I can teach

ass right on the door

Gator boy go to the store
Cheetos with the Fritos
Wrap that bitch up in burritos
Gula made by Chico Pitoe

Try to hit me with

chillin' there looking at the clover, yeah, my name is Donald Glover
Uh, yo, show yo' mom a little sho-vah
Ugh, you put your ass on the mic
Uh, I'm out here

I'm bout to fuck up my life, this that ass
Ayy, I ain't tryna feel about it
Got up and ride up out the church, I'm tryna figure it out
I'm bout

off your ass you got to take it
My brother still alive
But lost his mind and I can't shake it
Would hit me out the blue
Like K you golden you gon make

your kids
Choppa knock a nigga out his dreads like it was a wig
And tell them crackers with a badge, they
can suck my dick
He say he smell some weed, now

front door, but I ain't sellin' Avon
Scared to walk through communities now, look what happened to Trayvon
Crooked crackers wanna lock my black ass up

a tragic
I got the keys to run this shit but you can have it
Got my wand, in my hand, I cast magic
Money and my happiness, I gotta have it
I can get it by

money in your head, that's hypothetical
Bitch I gotta focus, money only thing on my mind
Poured a three of wok at 3:30, it was gone by five
Make all

On TurboTax, filing taxes, printing fake W-2s
Don't play fair, it's time for War, MW2
Hamming crackers for that cheese like a lunchable
I don't take

would muthafuckin die
Bitch bye!
With your muthafuckin stupid ass
Probably got some daddy issues, but I can't be assuming that
I dont like to judge, I'm

then I'ma grab these p's

My white boy on the way, that cracker green
I charge him seventeen,
I serve his ass four times a week,
I might go cop the Louis

my cracker and they keep a 300
Black out nigga, play with us, we pop a perk

Then we finna crack, now better pick your mans up
Till we put your man