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fruit that you eating, yeah, it was picked by slaves, yeah
If you go far enough, uh, down the chain, yeah
Always comes back to only one place
Yeah I'm

Many sleepless nights busy bombing site's 

I'm focused on the hustle now with all my might

Shits is real niggas gat the zeal 

But there's no love in

I'm about to be on some real murder shit, ayy
I'm telling you, man
Any nigga that ever looked at me wrong..
Ayy, bro, ayy, bro, ayy, bro, load that

frustrated I be fed up
I be wanting good days I'm having back luck
I just quit the trappin shit a set up
Tell me is you down or you out for a nigga
I need

Playing like  a puppy! I memorized, I mesmerized and call that shit appetite..
Copy that? Yeah man (yeah man,that ishhh fucked up)....
 
I was looking for

Baddie In my yard kick her out by the morning
your flows tired, man’s yawning 
baddie always tryna suck dick no warning 
For this love man I really put my

shot your mans, I wasn't there so why you asking me
I'm a real active member, why you think the 5 backing me

Burn a nigga out of his cheese like I'm out

ever run unless I feel the need
Soon as shit start to go down im ducking aint catching strays imma flee the scene

Nobody real to me I just mind my own

to be, uh

I gotta work
To pay bills
Shit hurt
It give me chills, uh
But I love the breeze
Feel like I'm under palm trees when I
Grow
cnd feel
Shit real

bout to get Him out the way
Can't let a day go by, and I ain't Getting paid
I'm sipping lemonade, somewhere Setting up a play
Fuck them other niggas, let

can't afford to miss, I came here for a reason, not the corny shit
I throw hits, piece bitch, each piece bitch, eat this dick, piece by piece, piece
Posh

a nigga trap & steal a couple fiends
Long live my nigga Von, still get it by any means
I just gotta a 4 of Trish, broddy, get a couple creams
I know that

I'm about it, I ain't killin' for a bitch though
Bad on all my sides, but I ain't movin' for that crystal
Baby he a killer, he got put out by my clique

fuck twelve, I'm in Blanton with a suspect
I know this money, money, money make her go wet
Don't what, don't what, oh, you soakin' shit
I keep paper in

is complaining
About heart straining
But where's the action?
You mad mad 'cause your numbers did a fraction
I'm big mad 'cause my fractions did

But bro, come on, why you gotta look at me like that?
Look at this shit, look at my setup
Okay, I'm gonna hand you a bottle of water
That's fine, I

you figure your shit out

Cause I've been in over my head and out of my mind
Hoping for a little bit of sleep to get me by
Yeah I've been in over my

of you (oh yeah)
Seein' perc yeah I take em' by two
Babe pick up the phone, you're being real cruel
And I been thumbin' through these bands all by myself

do shit themselves they gotta pay  

They like dreidel is you concrete? They told me DIY.  

Wadddllltt 

My Shooter, don’t identify he go by they/them

is my savior

Tryna' make it out alive
Made another homicide while you wait
Prayin', looking at the skies
Mini Uzi by my side while you wait
I wanna

your knife, ripper style
Stakes is high, circumvent death monumentally
Ivory towers schemes scream till expectant vapours weep
Rain for us, as great

for thought
With these few lines maybe we could be best
Start over a few times
But life's a bitch, I say that shit twice
Hate it when she acting cold

and I took it the farthest
All the oppositions that I had is in the past
Rolling blunts to try to cope the shit living in me
Do everything I want to do, I

Macking and Pimping

Turk

Raw and Uncut

2003

fuckin' where I meant to
Dressed up keep her healthy tell her crazy shit

Makin' a bitch confused that's what I'm in to

Five minutes all it take, I can