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pray for forgiveness
Leviticus 24:17

I ain't hear to dance baby,
Yes indeed, I'm movin tact
Got the plan and the advance,
Set it up, ain't no cul de sac

designer
You ain't got no hoes
You whip a fucking Chrysler
Been hanging with Troublemakers since I was Minor
Living at 807 thats North Lavinia
Then I moved

and get murked
in the trap since a kid, nigga, free merc
Got a line on za these nigga shit dirt
I'm tryna get rich, I'm putting in work

Got curved by

allow me
I go by Bis which means 
The second coming musically
cnd Shuttlesworth
Well, let's just say I got game

(Hook)

Everybody wanna know where you

a drive by
They said niggas ain't related to em
Made it safe to look caucasian
Big stick cook his marshmallow
I can cover bases all levels
Stop eating get

Ain't use to the real
Nobody genuine
I know how that feel baby
Stick to other benjamins
Artificial hoes
Won't hold it together
Get in where u fit in
Glass

But you really heaven sent 

(Bridge)

I can’t lie 

I’m much better with you by my side

Girl you mine 

Don’t got time 

For these hoes that be all

(Yah Yah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
They like hold up, naw nigga I can't hold up now
They can't run and catch up with me I got flyer miles
Why would I hate

brother there by my side Taught him how to steal when a nigga was five
Knee high was i but a nigga really tried To survive in these streets

So a nigga had

You was never gang nigga
You was only squad
That a nigga step up
But I'll walk him down
Got it out the mud (the mud)
This shit from the ground (the

Aye bitch look how I spit this shit
Pussy ass nigga
Bitch ass nigga
Bitch I got that thang on me
These niggas wanna bop wanna see me now
Ima drop yo

got no stick
You gеt ate like McDonald’s
I’m on the еast side wit’
Them killas and robbers
Hrrt, 50 something shots out that carbon
Fadeaway, shoot ‘em

Do my dirt all by my lonely
All my bitches know we homies
If I pull up wit my bitch hoes better act like they don't know me
All my side bitches in

I got a cough, but I'm not rolling for you
I got bitches who got next they argue bout the commute
Put a crib right on the lake I'm waking up with

Make your attitude match ya bank account
If you ain't got a bag then nigga watch ya mouth
And I saw my lil shawty bed full of lies
And just like Uno

I got faith right, let Jesus take the wheel a couple them late nights
Cool as I wanna be , keep a chick under me
Humbley, the illest guy she ever

on trees
They like how the hell you small but stinging shit just like a bee?
And I'm right here by the rim but I'm gon kick that hoe for 3 bro just keep

From What I Was Told

Soulja Slim

Give It 2 'Em Raw

1998

And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades

Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan

We can speed in my two-seater
Girl, I got a two-seater
Speed in my two-seater in my two-seater

About a hundred on Fax and it's easy to stop
You see,

to hell
But all things I’ve experienced showed I’m already here
I got people older than me acting like the kids
The sad part is that they drink and pass it

them stank hoes do
They be acting like they know me, low key, they just wanna blow me
Gettin rich wylin bitches and a fuckin dog emoji
I don’t give

like Sinatra, lyrical Nirvana
How's it I'm flippin' more cake than Betty Crocker
You got to give respect to a nigga hustle
Use the muscle and demand my

is what I got fucking planed
Ama keep it cool like an ac fan
If there’s one thing you better understand
We do everything without a plan b

Truth be

Niggas get knocked by Luci
I got hoes, they boujee but they all choosy
Ain't got time for a groupie (nah)
On that gang ting vibing (Gang)
Two G's in