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I ain't no average joe
Not your typical flow
My homie use to sell blow
Hit em up for the raw cut on the low
Shipments coming through Mexico
Why you

low
Watching everything thang moving hearing the streets talk
They said what's his name shhsh ahhtt I'm already on em
Lil dawg ran out town shit ima get

these fiends
And i gotta get it by any means
If you fucking with 12, getaway from me
Woah woah, that nigga isa opp gotta go
I killed a nigga and i shot em

money low but I get to the racks and I'm making it back while you worry about tax
I saw me a girl I'm like damn her shit fat how she throwing it back when

boss
Ain't no cheat codes
Ayy, ayy, change the bitch, change my sheets
Oh, lil' nigga, it's a switch on that
So be careful ayy, I bet you won't go get
No

cock
'cause I'm not Randolph
Cease your brain, like a Cranioclast OP
Have fun tryna handle all these
Bars that I heave out
Get jabbed by this little

feeling so excited
Rapping on a track bout to get to writing (get to writing)
But i know you be getting frightened
When I hear the beat and I get to typing

life been handed stuck on slow (You slow)
All my ducks is in a row I get bingo like Tic Tac Toe

Line 'em up and knock 'em out tha park (Let's go)
My

on the track
I stay up in the gym like ya training ya lats
While ya shawty wanna lay across on my lap
Got these 忍者s wondering on where I be at
Where I be ain't

Make a play for ten rackies but I need mo
Cee low with the green I need c notes
She know how I be when she deep throat
I ah get a bitch wet fast like

by Obama
Got his lo from a lil' bitch, this score a breeze like Bahama

Yeah niggas run they mouth now they turn into some runners
Know my shorty

jewelry
It's fake on the low key
Pussy lil nigga, i know you the police
Red on my shoes and I'm walkin' on water
They see the sauce and
Them bitches get

on a rocket
Pouring fours everyday, thinking that I wasn't gonna stop it
But I got back on the right track nigga, cause I had some knowledge

They gotta believe

get through all the lows
In fact
There really wasn't no lows
I just stayed on track
They said the roads was long
Don't be turning back
Ain't nothin back

them corners I was lonely by myself,
On this mission only help you got is self,
General district put yo case up on the shelf,
So in the future the tool

no money out of nothin' (what else?)
I'll send a ho by the way
Don't wanna get low, but I invest in banks

I just peeled off on the 12
I can't go

the difference
For instance
You flashing yah lil burna Runnin off at the mouth Claiming to be an earner
huh You're more like lil murda Try an deny it
But damn I

at houses
That would never feel like home
Surrounded by the fan but I still feel so alone
(Look)
I need a mil' I need it faster
How does it feel? It's

topic shit 
the poppin always floppin
So I put a touch a feelin now the peoples always coppin it, like 5-0.
Tryna keep the crime low
Distracted by

I might have to pack that
Explore it like Dora, I might get the backpack
Quick on the beat, but that's not a fast track
I went to her, bio, she

test me oh no 

Where's the gas, I'm trynna blow, make the world go slow
Was living in the shadow, not too long ago
I'm trynna keep it on the low, like

flexing my paper
Praying that I don't get hit by a hater (Fa-Fa-Fa)
Ask can we go out i say maybe later
Close that back door 'cuz these niggas some traders

on a low lame
I work to hard to boosting a no name
I’m profane hit a nigga dome from
Close range I won’t change
Fuck ass niggas, yeah

Kill a fucking beat

white man eating pizza
And a little girl her name was lisa
Enough of that let me get bk on track
I see man wearing tinfoil hats
And the sky its no longer