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when I went to go and get my ink
Eastside cartel money's really all we fucking think
From the middle of the map but I'm tryna make it out
I don't love

Catch you slipping after dark and hit you every way
You messed with the wrong ones we then heavyweights
Once I drag you by your feet then there's no

build it by beach 
So the cops and racist they can't even fuckin reach
The coons and the thugs need to listen when I speak
It's a cold cold world I'll

always be like E.T. why you always tripping
I'm tryna get up out the mud I'm bout my business
They don't wanna show no love when you winning
I pray to God

at all
Plus Christian rap can chalk it up to be pacs or biggie smalls cuz
They think of it as soft why cuz I ain't screaming out thug
Life kill it all well

come
You ain't really got what I want
You ain't gon find no love in a thug when I'm gone
You gon get tired of the songs
You gon get wet when
I flex my

it wit dem
Nigga thats ma thug I want every nigga round me da win
I done kept that shit hunnit mill I dont know how to pretend
And I feel the love but

Bitch I'm tryna get it like I'm Young Jeezy
Trinidad James if you don't believe me
Bet my album sell still ain't on ya Tv
Momma say she love me hoes

spent my whole life in a flat
Shawty stay wet got a cozy kitty and she love how nurture the cat
I should just dress in some all black I'm a legend

know yo momma hate you fucking with a thug 
Is you really down to ride baby 
Cause I need you by my side baby 
I just need somebody I can put my trust in

so that’s not an option
My head’s aching, from all of this faking
You must have mistaken my ranking
So I’m flanking from the side and I’ll catch you by

add a and multiply 
Living in a city 
Where it's hard for us 
To compromise 
Don't see eye to eye 
Prisoned by supremacist 
Nothing but a gangster 
When

She’s a boss girl
Not no night ting
Ye man we just met
But I know how she gets down be
Lunch at stk
She don’t eat no where else
If it’s by herself
She

Christ as the goalie
On his hitlist the devil he knows me
Cause I'm covered in Jesus blood 
Trynna set free them thugs and the homies
Trynna bring love

So
I had an epiphany when I was about to write this song, I was like
Y'know what Jay? Jay you kinda nice bruh
By God's grace of course, yeah
In fact

on YouTube
I don’t need a grammy I just want my hunnids blue
I be around some shooters that would kill you for some shoes
All Alone by myself catching plays

and pick all up potnas up
Known by some killas and they show a lot of love
I been a thug and i know where I got it from
Don’t do’em like that
I don’t get no

she fuck wit the kid cause I’m real
I’m not a thug but I’m keeping that steal fuck with the kid cause I’m trill
Let’s take a trip and just live
Niggas

by everything but hands
Housing estates became rivers of Babylon
For 5 minutes in the evening we were at one
We remembered Albion 
 
And we clapped

I used to run from the police
Now they jerk me off slowly
On their face while I sip Stoli
Holy Moly
I love the way they blow me
Take it down slowly

think you a thug but your ass McLovin
Yo ass is a goofy, I leave you with nothing
Aye
Uh
Goofy ass nigga I leave with nothing

She say that she want me

Eva since I was a kid knew I was a lil different
Mama always said that I danced to my own rhythm
Started by gettin it poppin clockin pots in

living the life I was given
I wanted the bag I had to start illin
I got of my ass to go work on a milli
I'm still the same thug it's you who had changed
I

I got a mission
God is my witness
Ain’t nobody that can take it and dip
You got to listen
Honored to mention
You can love God and be covered in drip