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can't get high like this
I put the cream in the lean thats my mix
I walk the line got my mule and it kick
Sorry boo cant talk to you and thats it
The Jpg

reality, forsaking greatness on the way
Choosin' the easy way out, now you got plenty hell to pay
Wit gasoline drawls on, it's swiftly wit no delay
Escorted

Used to be OT wit my big bitch she look like Jill Scott
Nah I sit back and call plays I'm like Phil nah
They like green you gotta chill
Why
How I'm

Slow lane better pull over
Overseas, yeah I went over, went G.I. Joe on you weak cobras
New cadence, Reloaded
Top Gun, Spring-loaded
This one for

it's real
Man already know how it goes
The man in the mirror ain't painting no picture
You Gotta check in wit ya soul
And Gotta believe em when they show

pyramids in alignment with Orion's belt
Well, you ain't got to lie you a hostile guy
Like you about to ride with new entourage but you not too wise
You

a nigga that's flexible
You move like a nigga questionable
You ain't reserving no federal
But Ima give credit when credit do
Yeah you ride for your nigga

hidin' and whinin'... ‘cause my beama's be blindin'
[Ya] gettin' robbed by Da Triple G mob
‘Cause crime pays,
Quit ya bitchin, [Now] ya snitchin
Now I

killer
This what happens when you mix
Microphone Fiend and Thriller
I was, bread different
We can only tell y'all a part if your dreads different
Cooning

I call ya phone cause I still can't believe it
And by 16 I'ma be rich as hell riding in a demon
You can ride but you feel that you that you don't

dissin', the next in the ditches (damn-damn-damn)
I-I-If you ready to die, got the drop, we gon' spin like a fidget (he dead)
Like I can't mix the Block

blunts
Yeah you know I just be chillin' and smokin' my weed
Mix it up with the Grabba it punch
I said it's personal
I'm high off the kush, I'm smokin' too

Feeling 
So alive now
Not swag
But I got style
Let me multiply 
Fire
Mix
Wit 
Desire
The talent 
To inspire
Represent 
Some kinda
Movement to be seen
I

Your not tha kind of vato to ride wit us you see 
No llores pinche puto I'll bring tha westside Heat

Hook;(Mr.Shadow): I'll jack yall up
Str8 jackin',

Bitch I'm the golden kid, you think that I'm sponsored by Trojan
These niggas talk shit on the net, but they ain't havin' motion
These niggas talk shit

her lipstick/ mix/ wit saliva.
Anorexic blows up the amplifiers/ the entire ride like a forest fire,
Loots break the next bud up on this flyer/ that I

Smoke and matches, satisfaction we come with the heat
Mix assassin wit some passion it’s a different breed
And if I’m rappin, you gone have to get

her dick now she blowin me up
I make her sick but she cant get enough
Ride by my lonely I cant get caught up
She mad but really I dont give a fuck
My

Ride or die
Wit a dyke, show
Time, light
Alright, I'm quite alright
Afraid to fight
So I just make the best of it
Looking at you
Taking edibles
It's

hadda strap
You know ima ride
But I'll let u know
Im real nice w my hands
So ima slide
Willing to die
Life on the line
For my respect
So I gotta new tech

ain't had shit to do wit it
Won't ride when it's meant to be
But provide you with trickeries
after siding with the enemy
And my third eye simply sees

All

Aye, you niggas thought I was playing
Niggas thought I was jo... Hold on
Yo
Aye

What you gonna do to niggas..
What you gonna do if niggas don't

know what to do throw it back back back 
In the streets you can catch me with a trap back pack
Blowing Trees wit yo bitch bet he don't like that 
Smoke

down to ride
Pull up with Gang Gang with a Quest and looking like a Tribe
Team shining like headlights
We ain't stopping at red lights
Niggas hate you