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in Houston I call her lil rocket
Her heart in my pocket she like it I cop it
But I cannot cuff so I need to stop it
I bet that bitch gonna drop
I bet

a little higher cutting deals to all the felons
After class I hit the street so what you need I'm probably selling
Solo when I'm sliding precinct 2 I

diamonds, you cannot see through me
Finessing, I reckon, I'm not to be testin'
Confessin' you act adolescent
I ain't forgivin' and I ain't forgettin'
It all

'm eating these rappers they hella crunchy
Hopping on every single beat like I'm a monkey
Rapping down in Houston Texas like my name was bun b
Moves all

imported Egyptian cotton
And um it's like a special edition screen print
That was done by this really famous design artist from Houston
That's pretty dope
I

I'm all in on insertion
She keep callin' I'm avertin'
I ain't yearnin' man I'm burnin'
Cuz these chickens is a burden
They ain't cookin' then it's

Game of Life

Cocoa Brovaz

The Rude Awakening

Yeah, after Dah Shinin, it all became clear to me
I knew things would be different son
I knew it'd come time for a change
Seems like the time is now

I never had boot straps
Kept a dirty .22 in my boot strapped
.45 on me too cause you always need 2 straps
Never leave loose ends
Grown ass man no new

how am I wildin
Smoking trees in all types of locations
He need a vacation, he goin' to Vegas
Arrive in a casket, four-by-four truck
When I creep, I

a doctor. 

Most slept on in Houston man dont get me started, 

You ain't gonna make it, 

They ain't gonna take it, 

I ain't ever breaking when I know that

aint pretty, man you niggas so saddidy
Niggas aint that fucking witty, and they IQ just as shitty
I don't need fucking permission to keep on fucking

study
Drippin like Solomon grundy
Get killed by the joker like Murray
Get a pill
Head it for the hills
Wanna get rich coz I read up on the deals
Man I

stomach and then grip her by the neck
When I'm on the road better watch out (Woo)
I'm swerving
I'm bending your block now
I'll smoke you like Whitney

flash mine better hope it jam
Shorty from Houston but I'm bout to run through her end zone like a open man
I don't trust niggas or bitches
If I'm being

Hey, hey, hey, hey

I- don't know bout them, nah
Don't know bout them, nah
But over here we getting money man 
Over here we getting money man 

I

rollie for the rocket, I spent ten, plus a brick
She best be… with all that talking, I need sloppy lil' bitch
Bitch I'm a gentleman, up in my settlement

my dealer did
Told em bring a pack
I'll be at the tank
We going live at 12
I'm lit all by myself

And I don't really know where we go from here
come

an Atheist for five years 
I was trying to live on bread alone
So, man, I know how you feel 
Oh dang
Money put my brotha' in a cage
My momma back in Houston

a while
Since the last stripping game we played
And all I’m asking’s you behave
I beg you do not break our gaze
You know our style is special
My lips upon

like Uber drivers I'm the truth and you a liar
Shootin, by ya, I'll let it fly like a new attire
Grip the grain like newer tires
All this work make you

ain't boosting.

No big man, all 3's I'm like Houston.

What a clipper do to your face is type gruesome.

Similarities, we all grew up fucked up.

Some

delusions of Grandeur, she love me, she love me, man, I can't Stand her
We'll love each other by end of this stanza, I need more DMT up in my Fanta
Blood

thou cause I just want to know the hows
Baby, all I need is by fire to beat the naps
And I mean that good cause I ain't falling in love or trying to be

cuff em man
Glizzy sounding like Whitney when I let it sing
Im finessing these niggas no cap, I like all my bands to sit on my lap
I like when she