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this world all by myself
Yeah I came into this world all by myself 
So I can’t depend on nobody else

I’m up at 3 am and it’s late as shit
Smoke Indica i

with you girl yeah you know wassup
Want you by my side when we pull up niggas know it's us (Uhuh)

Everybody hate we let them niggas talk though
I don't

love to the fam and the gang
Hold up
To be real erybody is the same
Hold up
M$ney Boyz ima put it on a chain
Hold up
If you owe me I don't wanna hear you

Pool Hall Richard

Faces

Snakes and Ladders

1976

know the crowd gets bigger as the word goes 'round
Pool hall king was playin' back in town
Minnesota Fats standin' up at the back
Tryin' to hide himself

Rugers and dracos, drums and bongos that go-go shit
Man I miss chilling up Georgia Ave, the Caribbean fest days
Same bitches new attitude
It's a new

working at the strip club
Imma knock it out, baby, beat that pussy up
Tips up when I walk in the room, baby
Ain't a witch, but she ride it like a broom,

Flossin Season

Juvenile

400 Degreez

1998

on, do it every time
Seventeens on up, that's all I ride
In ninety-eight, I been havin them hoes throwin up
They don't know if I'm in a helicopter or in

Gucci is what they call me 
Six months I lost it 
Now bitch I ball it 
Twenty-eight inches 
Got me standin' really tall man 
Tearin' up the mall 
This is

for rain to start clearing up
It's the heartbreak picnic
Eat alone by the flowers
Tears for the rain
When them plants need them showers
It's

of my dreams
I get this pack
Get to it
Run up a bag and then blew it
Don't argue with me get through it
She wanna fuck to my music (yeah)
She wanna turn

Yo it’s 6 am I just woke up, I looked up at my feen
Told that nigga I’ll meet him by the corner, meet him by the corner
An I’m speaking to your

from Paris
Import packs no tariff 
Bro's got tools no garage
Whizz round in Germans on the dual carriage 
Need a bad one to do up Harrod's
Wanna spoil

think I'm in the Dungeon Fam, I see lo green
Sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings
(No kings, no kings)

Come with me
Run quick see, what do

heart ain’t ticking
Like a fucking rolly
If you roll up on me
It's a fucking problem
I'm in the""La Marina""
And I'm fucking styling
This night time, But

the legs
We get it jumping, like Vince dunking
We get it jumping, hands up
We get it jumping, slam dunk
We get it jumping, and one
We get it jumping, we get

the price in the change ..

chorus
welcome to the city of dreams
when you never have to wake up from a nightmare
so you better pack heavy
welcome to the city

Backwood back to back de facto packed em fat the sack like acrobat
Aye
Flip the pack subtract the wraps n track my rags to riches stacking racks
Yeah

Or i wouldn't be here today 
Ima god & king I Bos up everyday shit it feel like I ain't even on this earth nomo
So don't ask me where been I been onna go

don’t let it turn you to fiend
It’s levels to this shit you niggas kings I’m Elohim
They don’t understand betrayal’s not an option
Fear death for what we

became sin
To redeem young kings and queens
& Deliver a soundtrack for Niggas fleeing the scene
Bad luck, can't touch, or put me in The bing
Who could it

I was a teen
I was so inspired by the people on the screen
I memorized the lyrics
I remembered all the scenes
Even picked up some gems
I applied in

lie, no more Mr Nice Guy
It's time to rip this track and blow it fucking sky high
And leave you behind in this lyrical drive-by
Spitting that wicked

and we kept it real platonic
Even though it was a challenge if we're being honest
Dodged a lot of bullets by having that self control
Even if I'm not

June
1013 them, follow the blueprint
King like BB, making the blues hit
Congratulations he in the news clip
Barbershop, he earned the newest clip