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Won't get ya boo back
New jack city
That means you can't fuck with me
I be in the game for one quarter and I still drop fifty uh
And the plan aint changed

the 20s, and 50s
I'm chasing the riches, so fuck you lil bitches
I'll be richer than y'all by the finish
I slide on the opp, wit a mission
To rock out with

way, I can navigate away from the tactlessness
Fifty years from now, we'll have it together while the others are still scrambling
And by that time,

rap shit to easy this straight off the dome ion gotta write
Got a 50 in my aimir jeans make them look right
Tryna feed the block get the pack overnight

of dollars is shitty so he played the fifty
Bout his dishonesty I wasn't convinced
He kept feedin me phonies 'til his shit departed from all sense
Who could

& I knew that Stanley and I'd be friends
Even though his eyes were buggy
50% of his face
I could see us in abandoned houses
Him, bulbous and yellow

and shrimp Benihana's
Counting up these hunnids
Sweet life at the London
Money coming in by the hour in abundance
50 on your head yeah I'm harden
Couple bans

to second guess it
I keep my circle small, like a stamina bar on 2k
Stealing my last year sound dawg it's a new day
But the show goes on nigga, like I'm Lupe

April 24th, 2021
The day that my life weighed over three tons
I did a little work and got a little drunk
And by 10PM, I was way past done
Had a knife

so I eggshell walk
I'm everyone's live flowers in a pot

Hey Dr S
I had to take the Seroquel
April 15th
4 minutes before 3
A new dose for me
Sitting

bands imma need like fifty
Caught me new vans when I dance too jiggy
Gotta
Get it
Gotta
Succeed
Gotta
Be patient
I gotta
Be real
Gotta
Be great
I cannot

20 to a 50 to a 100 to a mill 
Ima keep on grinding till a nigga get a deal 
And I when them labels call, broski ima' just go harder 
Runnat fucking

you know its official
Eat some butter with my nut kinda like a bristle
Pull me over 
Am i on the clouds
Shit i might be
Swervin left skrrt
I had to flea

information
produced by multinational corporations
it's a thin line between liberal and red
infiltrating the enemy, punk's not dead

all the old punks are at it

to find
I've committed the perfect rhyme

Let's play a game, a game
I call it Guess the Human!
This one's consumed by petty feuding and
Now his world

tea huh
Yo bitch from the scene hollup
New tee from celine
Yuh told my twin lets geek
Yuh bitch I hang round twin peaks
All my vvs link hollup
Told 5-0

need a red and green beam to handle the beef

You just need... a pair of timberlands and a pit-bull breed

Throw on a 50 beat and stomp them streets

No

a while
A while later we was talking about some new music and DM's
I was thinking to myself that I'ma make her my BM

So we was just texting for real,

that gangsta shit pop off
Forty with a 50 it'll knock a nigga socks off
She ain't talking money told you it'll make my cock soft
I just poured a deuce

you in my reach
I'ma stack that money up by the ceiling yill I can't see

Apple pay with no receipts
Cashed out on that new heat
I'm eating Vegan , but

This bitch keep screamin' flood,
Come on
By my lonely yeah, I got it out the mud

Wood filled with all this pain, but I'm still servin' drugs
Yo, own

the stove, we laid up all night long
Turned on by the rapper you know when she played me her song
talken bout that bitch that I met from Chicago
She love me

my back to the dark and the usual shit
But it's hard
When you're hard
And your heart
Is in shards
And you're only in your twenties
And already lived in

time, by the next year, I need a big Jeep
Bro come through, tryna slash with a big heat
Right now, I need a new beat
I might have to hit Tay Keith
Deuce