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the day when we was young, we was really at it
Gotta go get it by any means sleeping on the pallet 
13 when Ray first showed me his lil automatic 
Knew that

don't know what to do
Surrounded by darkness
Can't find the light
Flashbacks to the worst times
Going in circles in life
It's been an infinite path
People

on her Lexus mmm
Subwoofers bangin’ all them decibels
Got me rollin’ loud like a festival
The way she switch them gears type sexual
Man last time we raced

than Liu Kang SnapBack by BWood I'm Top Of The Food Chain fuck on dimes and tell em get lost like lose change
ever since I married money some friends

I want a baby after l get cash
Man thus my word , l'm lit by the way
Speakers blasting like nigga bring a hit, bring a hit yee

Shawty be calling

by daX,
Gonna take my dreams and write them down in a pad,
Every single day imma gonna write on a track,
And turn these dreams in reality fast. Yuh
My

to get by

We living in the matrix, red pill, blue pill a bunch of fake shit
Why we so complacent, lives so adjacent
Empire is makeshift, but B is up

that’s word to Mick Foley
Ya main chick on me dog she can’t leave me lonely
In THE CReW we trust my nigga members only
They call me Drippy Triiipy, cuz

the trigger on the hitters now they chop stick
Man they really a waste cause they toxic
Turned the paper chasing into building blocks and now I got bricks
I

main enemy getting strong
Trying to catch me slipping get me all alone in bed with her
Fornicating with demons then I wipe off the glitter
Camel crush

that is all clout im in love with the cheques
Mans got a vision i work i no rest
Focus the mission i give it my best
I only do additions increasing my

I'm not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Kors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your

learned from the best
Brick City main man that's who kept me in check
They want me to keep rapping that ain't paying bills
They want me to quit trapping but

that Gallardo
(Woo)
Tryna earn enough and tell my momma quit her job by tomorrow
(Tomorrow)
Stack it, stack it, stack it, flip it, I make the money

All of this energy I aint worried bout no enemy
Inner dreams all created by the memory 
Thinking I'm finna free my myself within the beat 
I got

smoking gangar
Serving outta 3-4 vehicles where my main car
Some shit that turn a boy to a man that’s what that pain for

Do whatever I want cause of my

vicious, grab that lil' bitch by the collar, ayy
Bitch ain't have no cup, we poured it up in water bottles
If that bitch come off the hip, then don't say

coorelation to the pen in my hand
At least I'm coming out the basement with a pen and a jam
At the end of the day they love it Which could make me the man
Ugh

the way I'm killing niggas with a pen
Selling your soul won't help you better me
That's a bad recipe not a remedy
I got good by practicing, working

before, "Hey, man
Are you gonna stay up all night partying
(go, girl) before you go into the radio?"
I’d have said, "No way I would never do that"
And then

in
So I hit the weed man
I'm a need that
Just got paid nigga, bring the big bag
Need a Backwood, I'm a grab a whole pack
Back-to-back, when it's time

and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that

that ass looking just like the
Spook that sat by the door
Known to kill ducks, skills erupt
You ask why? My reply is
"I don't give a fuck"
I'm a Panther,

-gettin head in a drop top, main roads,
-blaze dro when the jay rolled, 
-enemies out to get me that I pray don’t,
I was on the jail yard Cakin for