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in this for life
Like it or not
I'm not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life
Like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck
 
This one is

I'm the Top Gun
I see you chatting from a mile away, nigga I'm not dumb
He talk hot I'm a rock son
And if he ever looking for the beats
Best believe we

hot I told him to cool off
Caught him by them crackers in
Maine where they go off
Still getting it shipped by them boat yard
Had him snorting lines by

night but I do not trip
This is one heck of a ride so they dying if I whip
Arson up the cool spot, that means the booth pop
Burning flames put it out I'm

Smoked a lot then found myself opening portals
Walked into a world playing games amongst mortals
But a time travelling mystic live by reversal order

believes
And who believes in the fake?
'Cause if you even abate
An inch and flinch your face
You might as well give up
A nautical mile and drift away
It's

'playing' cool
Certain people are bulletproof till we find words can hurt too
Sour pride in your thoughts load up the ammo
And then letting go gets a win for

'playing' cool
Certain people are bulletproof till we find words can hurt too
Sour pride in your thoughts load up the ammo
And then letting go gets a win for

build a empire is you with it or not
And this ain't game naw its goals tryna give you a rock
Hashtag black love on every picture we drop
I think me

Take a bitch, bust her down
Hit the block like Patrick Ewing
Big rocks, shave 'em down to pebbles
Now my scaley jumpin'
Hard top, driving a lil' reckless

CONVERSATIONS FROM A SPEAKEASY (Feat. OMNI)

(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis/J. McDonald)
Produced by Suffa for Suffering City Productions
Written

just wanna kick back
Bun couple zoot have a rum on the rocks and sip that
Dead tings calling I hit that
You battle me that's a miss match
I can tell by

Evidence is the General
Defari is the Lieuteneant
And this that street music
That roll a blunt music, pack a bowl music
And we very adamant about

Produced by yours truly!
Had to get that in right quick
Okay
What's good?
Say she wanna ride my wave
Say she wanna ride my wave
Say she wanna ride my

on

Talk outside your mouth
Ain't got to worry about a response
You hating, they told me
You bogey and you gone get yours

Every verse I'm soloing
Rock

you with three by threes
You'll have to see bout me, hit your whole family tree
Fuck on your sister and your mother and maybe your step-auntie
I'm in

wanna see me on the scene
Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream
Bare mash man want me on their team
’Cause they know from the bust I shot
Heads are

fuckin' murder by this ballpoint in my right hand
Assassinatin' these beats and I don't need no fuckin' hype man
I quench your bitch's thirst, and I don't

dollars in my pocket
I, I'm, I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awesome
Nah, walk up to the club like, "What up? I got a big cock!"
I'm so

Or you can choose to go with it
Go with the flow so to speak
Because the flow is sick
Sicker than folks after they drink
The h20 in flint
Got em all like

hanging out
And I just don’t feel the need
To go up to you
Rock and woo you
Keep it hunnit O.G
Is it cuz you ain’t like my style
That You ain’t like

wonder can you freak with me
(Baby is ya tryna let me freak or nah?)
Tonight I said I wouldn’t do no chasin’ (I’m not gonna chase ya girl)
But girl you

living my best life
Hypnotized by my drive
Defy the advice of the rest
White lines got me red lining, amplify my senses
So it is essential for me to be

a stick
Remember steppin with my brothers schemin tryna to get some strips
Tommyboyz is my family we ain't no gang we ain't no a clique
We live by love