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on the run
Rappin like you do this for free
Stayed in hood chavel caprice
I’m pulling up and I’m going beast
Point out the niggas wanna see
Ok I bossed up but

for a foe for?
I four four rhymers, leave a flower on a foe floor!
That's metaphorically speaking, I see you skipped a class
Niggas got priorities

like poker, you bidding too, but I can match that and raise that by four n*gga

[Chorus]
Hit em up. Put your mother f*cking hands up (Get ‘em up n*gga)

LA (Yeah, Yeah)
I just wanna get back to my place
Feel the darkness wrap around me like a lace (Lace)
All this air around me makin me hallucinate (Ooo)

that wood grain with the leather seats
I got the windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me
Smokin' on that doja
Four of my buddies in the back

Welcome to the house of HBC no no you can't see me
cye
Everytime that I do rhyme mutha fucka know I change tides of the
sea
cye
I'll change the whole

the list
California dreaming got me leaning
Trip out to LA just for the weekend
Stuck up in ways and I believe it
And if I did you dirty I ain't mean it

paid me 
Tryna get better with ladies 
Ain't gonna buy a Mercedes 
I want to buy real estate G
I wanna marry Ms. Winfrey
She got the keys that you can't

big dreams, but got nothing to prove
‘Cause these niggas don’t wanna see how you move
In the end your truth only matters to you
Whatever they say about

Ya’ll girls still keeping tabs 

Because you starting to see the gift 

And know my future is a present 

Wait

Past girl did me wrong 

Left me my own 

fuego la flare  for the new year
Alone at the top, nigga, who here
Give me the cheese, nigga, gruyere
I'm taking your bitch as a souvenir
Niggas you  fake

okay!
Everything I do is from la bible or from the trauma
So when you see me waiting know that I'm just getting stronger
That's why when I hit the booth

out up front, you see the Benz on dubs 
When I roll twenty deep, it's twenty nines in the club 
Homies heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me

and acting loud
Had to cut the night kinda early her friend was tapping out
5 AM backing out
6 AM blacking out
Here we go again Las Vegas MGM
By the craps

her ass, I pop my gun
I already know you wanna have my son
Yuh, ayy, ayy

Pop me a perc and I go through her wallet
Made her drip, drip, drip like

gon make his heart stop
Chris Kyle got em by a long shot
She gon make that thang pop
I don't really wanna hear you talk

It's about grind
Look at my

goes by way too quickly
I don't know why, but I still give you my heart God
Radiate me!
Only you're my safety King of Kings
Call me crazy, but I think

on my dick because errything gold

No bitch I don't wanna see you I'm hot than a bitch
Imma bust off the meter
I'm hot but I'm cold now they all want

They say a good journalist always reflect the times
You got faith, you always gotta check for signs
Wake up, nigga (La música de Harry Fraud)

I'm sick
Left the city, entered the abyss
Cheesy ass people and they Swiss
Snitchin' ass rats wanna blow you a kiss
Add some starch now you got ritz

I'm a little bit immature
I use jokes just to cope 'cause I'm insecure
C'est la vie, what will be, what has been before
Will repeat and repeat

wanna have fun
Now enough is enough
Yea I'm 'bout all my bucks
Every hour I been in a rush
Yea, lil baby I been on the run
Yea yea
Oh, you want a round 2?

Felt scared by my thoughts, big dreams all along
Young kid from L.A. with nobody on my course
striving since my birth, striving for different results

the Plymouth Prowler was a 'Rari
Me and my brothers called cars like we owned them
Vision to conquer the shit you see like a grown one
Timo wrote name on things,