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It's a Dope Fein Friday I'm all geeked up
Faced a wood by myself then I downed my cup
Freestyling over these beats damn I'm having fun

I

Free Nut and it's long live D-Loc
Rollin that dice, lil bitch that's Cee-lo
I'm the plug, lil bitch get a kilo
I got a bitch but I fuck on the d-low

expected of me
Paying homage to those that shaped me as a whole
You could say there was flags thrown cuz it had me in a hold
Grabbed me by the soul
When I

low-key, and mind my business
Live out the burbs, trap in the trenches
Every time they see me, niggas asking for them pistols
Yeen got to ask, know I got

on look, 
But I keep it real to my niggas we got a lil cypher,
If you still be asking who? Nah nah im blind i didn’t see that’s the deal,
Oh you be talking

5 duece Hoover
Still $1, 200 for the whole cruiser
Still do a drive by in the Uber
Head band but I'm not a fuckin' hooper
We trap big well mine a lil

South's on My Mind

Crooked Lettaz

Grey Skies

1999

done came and left
I'm by myself, with your traces 
And my yard you know it's hard, mentally-scarred
Brain-barred little cousin Joe, I done seen

struggle, I done seen pain
I done seen trappers put dope in dey vain
I stayed up late scrapin dope like it paint
Mix it wit some NoDoz if you think that it

the yay'
Federalies can't harm me
Black-ass army in armani
And they still
Can't see me
Cause I'm - paper down
Fiends to keep happy
Never - fuckin frown
Mr

left them in the lobby
Yellow, Diddy, Noah, Notti
That's One of the niggas I smoke, Two opps they die by the poke
We three deep we sending them the low

take me as a joke
She said she wanna touch me, I'm like no
Can't fuck with you 'cause you too broke
G2 instruments go blow
He just a lil' man, he not my

by the ton, I was so low, had to fill up the funds
I'm on a roll, get the bread by the buns
Play wit the gang, turn to a traitor, you could get cut

her to the telly
Drop her off by the deli
She takin' dick to the belly
Rollin' up U.E. and mix it with Smelly
JB got hit by the deli
Now I'm smokin'

Bitch
Yea

Cause we goin win and they goin wait
Yea
Yea

I get richer by the day
Yea I know a nigga blessed
Know my gma prayin for me
Be damned I let

frank mueller
No aim just spray I pray my shooter
Gone get him if not more money on his head and he passed
This a MR2 I assume I'ma crash
In a penthouse

see , dont give a fuck evidently , zippers all on the part of my jeans , like oh you the cleanest 

I got a reason , I was so low way by the cement ,

Scrape the weed into a pile 
Stack the money by the letter 
I had fucked up my first flip but progressively I got better 

Now I'm gettin it flippin

and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's

(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy

whippin a Hyundai, im grabbin a coupe
I been getting the money, im off of a duece
Gotta bad lil bitch wanna sleep on the phone
If you not a comma then leave

Aww ya (3x)
Its Eklass in this bitch yeah
(mr free lunch line and we popping in this bitch..)
And you know what I do 
(..poppin in this bitch)
Bitch

pull down my mask, I get low on my funds
I pop my shit like I got the runs
I get head in my whip like I'm Tommy Bunz
I'm rockin' timbos, I don't got no

Standing here like you wouldn't believe it 
I got the iron low like I'm anemic 
If you ain't gang gang gang nigga beat it I'm turning pussies into

think I found my new inner chi cause your inner thighs taste so yummy
You came back, you want round two, my turn to start using you
I can tell by the way

door
You ain't in the mix, tell me who you gonna clap for

Body for a body, Mai a problem, we can match scores
First one to a check, did it the best, who