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Yeah I got him oh yeah I got him
It's all about finesse if he lack it then block him
I could take a break and still come back with the hits
Count it up

by and I still kiss her (Yeah)
The love we used to share, can't forget about it (Can't do it)
The love we used to share, can't live without it (Can't)

to be disagreeing
The cut's deep and it's still bleeding
This a fucked up book I'm reading
Feeding the lies and it's still eating

Got me out here dead

tell by your posture smoke so much herb that I feel like a rasta
Got new ways to do old things kept the faith yeah I know things got the will power

Still chasing paper planes 
Everyday we got that heat wit us

>>>
 Read between the lines 
And make some plays
Then you can eat wit us

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Salt n

own time,
And that's why, you gots to watch the drive-by,
My trigga finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm here to make you bleed indeed,

I got big ol' bags, lil' nigga
How I'm doing
That's fasho
Man, these bitches tryna sip some
Wok, I'm simping bout no hoe
Nigga, I'm sipping by them

some deceit, so who are u to judge
I like to cope by gettin' drunk and gettin my Benjis up
Cause I got paid off the pain and now I'm really up
Huh,

and ecstatic
I was a mute in the past devoid of a voice now I had it
I've got a choice in my path, I'm
No more the stoic and the hapless 
Victim who's cloistered

a stick
How you a man but
Still act like a child
I was raised by some wolves
Like Karl Anthony-Towns
Niggas hate when you up but
They love when you're down

Don't take my kindness for weakness and get me pissed off
Zippers iced out you would've thought that it's frost
I got sticky fingers when I'm gripping

Said I'm finally on the right track
Gave em hella love that I knew I'd never get back
Too young to be this sad I got wrinkles on my soul
Though I

for another puff
Meth till death, still on your breath
I point my finger like the ref
I'm coming for the fuckin' throne
I'll take your head like you're

Don't make me, do something brazy
Don't make me, turn this city to Haiti
Pussy I'm poppin so pussy what's poppin
I sip on molasses this carbon got glasses

Nikes, by the caseload
But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos
Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos
And to slay the box

love the people that I got
Since they always got my back don't gotta think twice cause I love where am at
You don't gotta think at all, you don't know

If a body before then nobody else know
Got a itchy trigger finger and
A wish for death
But Buddha told me that got a
Lot of time still left
So I'm

Flash Yvette in the sket pimp
Jazz Jeff and the Fresh Prince
Ring, on my finger
Give you fuckers a fresh dent
Gloved up, you fucked up
Looking for

the news
Probably send my old bitch
To play it cool
If you cuff her
Then you doomed
Middle finger
To them fuck niggas
It hurt worst
When you loose a goon
I

of you boys that say you doing something I think that shit is lie
If it was true man I'd see it by now
Years and years later still nothing around
All

never wait for pain
I lean forwards
And if you wanna slide with beef
I'm still raw

Bitch I came prepared to get it going
I got that metal on me
Fuckin

left to waste
Got that nine, it's on my waist
Strapped up, like you will get wasted
You a crackhead like a basehead
Flow is kickin', finger lickin

the zipper
But that was back then when I used to touch town
Bet if I called up, they all still down
Love my Michigan girls, y'all know y'all got the crown,

and

Before man built up to grand theft
I was out here with the Stilsons and flat head
Slap on the wrist when man got nicked
We were still classed