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him
If I times that by two, they're dividing him
Add doggy to the equation if
He rides with him
"Tron takes trips to the equator
You can't fly with him"
Going stupid hard 'till it's Ferrari
On the car key took all of your fiends
I hit 'em offer the large piece (Haha)
Green Bape camouflage hoodie with
asleep getting head but I
Woke up Pro counting
Thinking he got power? 50 really
Bring the ghost out him
Caught him drinking green and a shooter
Knocked
By the age of 36 he had done all he would do
He'd run away from one home, had the scars to show it too
A red headed danger he had always fought
I give love the my father and my mother,
and thanking my brothers for being there when my life was in the gutters.
My sisters was by my side when I
First, let me start by saying I’m amazing
‘Cause I made it from the bottom of the basement, no abrasion
With the patience of a winner, I’ll be
Yeah
This song is dedicated to all the average joes out there in The world
Trying to get their money
Check it out
Uhh, I go by the name Chris
Woke up
man on God's green earth
Here's a rose bouquet
I also baked you some fresh crème brûlée
Now, mount this stallion and we shall ride
While also flying
Real source, catch me plugged in by your light switch
Rollie on my left, bust Patek on my right wrist
I'm the type to go and get it, you will watch
June price high
Out of town life by
Living amongst lions notice I ain’t die
Powder
Powder Water
Think shorty got a thing for a dope dealer
Holla
I came through with the weed
Eighth in the wood my niggas was fried
My hoes, they do drugs my niggas is thugs
All my villagers ride getting paper
Now
Backwoods, smoke some big trees, no cover (what you want?)
I take by the cover, sip lean like coffee (what?)
Ride around with three Ks, Ku Klux, no Nazi
with all of these lies
Only two seats in my ride
Well, one of them be for you
I know you wanna live that life
Just give me a green light
I could
a motherfucker, that'll be packing a glock
Taking em out with red dots, I'm a head busta
I'ma Maab out I'ma ride out, no doubt
Making motherfuckers slide out,
You're just a rabbit that be captured by the falcons feet
I hunt for the meat see me we can thump in the street
Fuck around leave you slumped in your
here working and I gotta pay up
Cindy, she not herself unless she smoking crack
7 times she got stabbed in the back
By a regular john she dealt with
is wicked clean, that's how it seems that the chips
Gotta dig a little deep, you wanna see about the grit
The grass gets mighty green by the fence
Nigga I am the streets
Not just the south but I'm the streeets
I'm your neibourgh hood nigga
they holla stop buck red light but green mean go
If
murder them
[Chorus]
I'm a dip-dip diverse, socializer
I'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty niner
They say Rugged, by now, you should of at least
since we last had a talk
Still hypnotized by the hips and the walk
I'm tryin to figure out who you with, hopefully alone
If thats the case you still
the oppressive
This dimension inside your pain is my domain
By signing my name I solidify the rain
In an instant I will drain em, get em out the game
Itsisted upon
Back in 1870 just beneath the Great White Way
Alfred Beach worked secretly
Risking all to ride a dream
His wind-machine
His wind-machine
New York
Back in 1870
Just beneath the Great White Way
Alfred Beach worked secretly
Risking all to ride a dream
His wind machine
His wind machine
New
from six, still mastered the streets
We maneuver with rugers, over paper we'll do ya
Smuggled the green moved the white, travel by night cause it's
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