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Yeah fuck competition
I've mix up my rhythm
Changing the Game by pulling in my ambition
I do what a want you can push what you want ain't moving a inch
I

gonna wake up, but until then, man, I'ma stay high

And I'm gonna hate you just as much as you hate me, I will not lie
Yeah, I have a silver dragon

Son of God, son of man, son of scum, son of dirt
Made up of the trash and waste throughout this earth
Trust only few but those few are kin
Just

feelin ruthless.
Fashion killer don't got shootin
But it would get you too included
Used to get all stupid zooted
Got it messed up thats concluded
Trust

To You O Lord I lift up my soul
In You God I put my trust
Don't let me be shamed by strong enemies
Or let them gloat over me
Or let them gloat over

with me in my two seater
Big kits on a nigga ain't did shit for a nigga
Get yo bread up quit watching me nigga
I do what I do, and I do what I say
I

and you was up
I aint ask yo ass for a single buck
Not a penny, nor a dime 
You won't get a cent of mine
Let the man in charge know i'm here for him
Tell

to it)
I'm in the strip club (Strip club)
Coolin' with Chris (Copper Road Hitta)
Baddest one came up (Hi)
She hit a split (Wow)
Snap in the studio (I'm in

checked tell her I said respect 
I don't need pills bitch I got weed besides I know it's all up in my head this feeling depressed  
Man I gave em all I got

they done brought it where is home at
He was thinking that he had a plan
But they then put two where is dome at
I ain't tryin to play by her rules
But I

Up the Pain
Friends only wanna go lead you Astray
My momma said my said
I get it you worried you worried Bout me
But I got some friends that I’m

the longest that I've been gone
So I thought that I'd come back to you with these two songs, man
And I'll keep writing with my right hand up
I've been sitting

a slice 

Aye
Puffin big gas down the Highway 
Get yo ass beat by a Lightweight 
Outside cool, inside irate 
Kidnap a pussy tell him do what I say 

In my

from the bottom yeah you got em
By the tail. They won't prevail, you can sail
You can get up to the clouds, sing it out loud, be proud
And don't let em

dense like a lead pan
Anybody that shows up will blow up, they're famous and known as a dead man
The last thing I want to hear from you scumbags is Kai

I’m from the old westside
I don't know about this new shit
Zoe was the flyiest
Tae baby the realest bitch
Glock 26 come equiped with
A big dick
For

that I stay sane, it's how I get by
Writing different shit from when I wake up til' its bedtime
Most won't bet their life for this shit, 
Man, I'd bet

the streets
Man I am what I breathe
Better yet I'm anything that my mind wanna be
Pull up and they see
Please don't make it a scene
Momma used to bitch at her

as well
Run game and I won't exhale still double excel
Anybody still huntin my tail
I wrote this well
Might roll it up and toke as well
My notes to self
Big

White wine with the lobster claws
Big bills gated house think I work for Microsoft
I sell tracks like I can talk fast
Roll up my pain and I ash
Too many

but we ain’t got types of history
Peep ya textbook, go to page 69, and see the feds shook
When you bring up different counts of felonies
But I ain’t

a chain
Hundred racks balling took a flight on private planes
Peanut butter coupe inside switch lanes
I know you see me balling can't you tell just by

thought that I’d come back to you with these two songs, man
And I’ll keep working with my right hand up
I’ve been sitting down for years and now I can’t

put me in that bad mindset
Guess where I’m finna be at?
I don’t fuck with bad vibes
Shoutout OGS the gang ties
Ima slap you up with big ties
Like I’m