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They act like my friends so i don't keep them close
They see I'm the 1 so they doing the most
We love all the hate that you give on them post
So ya not

and bought a gun (Grrah, bang)
My partner called for green
Now he out here on the run
And I still finesse for lean
Charging fifty for the 'Tuss (Lean)
All

oooh
Sometimes I wonder if he know you be flexin'
Yeah
Sometimes I wonder if he know we be sexin'
Yeah
Fuck it tho slide by my way girl you know I be

boys in the hood
Bang my music in your speakers all day, the noise is good
Grab a tray and crush a bag of that hay, relax, roll up a wood
Demonstrate

free all the guys
Put my heart on a shelf, gotta think with my mind
Steady moving with stealth money stay on the line
Ain't spin or hit this curb
These

All Hands Up

[Verse Three - Kid D's]
I got no friends, that's so small time
I got em followers, all mine
Why you bite my style and pretend to know me

I'm
Just tryna' get by i smoke til I'm sober
Know I'm a soldier dealt with my shit
I never moaned to an older
Still looking over my shoulder
From

and a soda in the can (I did)
Now I'm getting 30 a show and the strip club 
Just want me to show for a ten
All these millions touched my hands that's from

Shorter manna beg you dnt Start
Rah
Niggas neva knew I'd switch up
Pushed thru with a quick Shove An I got my O.J gloves
Mans out chilling by da club

fuck what you heard
I got killers with Glocks in hand just
Sittin' by the phone,  just waitin'
On my word, uh
Rich off of verbs
If this rap shit don't

You should know, you can never hurt my pride
Everything you own in a box from the left to the right 
I don't need you


Chorus:
You played yourself,
You

notes just like Michel'le
Put something in her heart, this aint no Beats by Dre
Before the aftermath, I had to get away, aye
Aye I'm in my bag now
Look

the Icebox
Fuck Tottenham if it ain't my block
Scorin' the opps, them lookin' all white washed (haha)
They were old friends, now they my opps
'Cah they two

Snake eye jack cops
play my black opps
bake my crack rock
rake my cash crops
Fuck the police, when im Stalking the streets, tall white cunt brain dead, 64

Wit It

Ray Luv

A Prince in Exile

and I'm on it again
Me and my part-time fuck friend caught up in sin

[ CHORUS ]

I'm at the club 360, poppin big Cristy
Didn't bring no bitches but I'm

Kim K
I didn't get put on by radio 
Come up organic like paleo 
Putting work in like it's daily though
I just ascend like arpeggios
I only wear my own

just live my life by the day
The club getting crowdy, but broski all on him
So don't come in and playin' no games

She likes to fuck around with

ride and deflect the nonsense
Try to protect my conscious
Every move just like chess
Calculate all my steps
They move right I move left
Give a fuck how

and use that as a shield
I've been hurt by all the games like the NFL
And now I've got some scars from all the pain that never healed
I'm tired of all

on light
And my pockets on white
Latino at heart
So don’t try to fight
Uno, dos
You look to me
Follow the blueprint
Check my IG
Y’all are some sheep
But I am

will towards the street

For all new it’s always been fuck the police

Crystalline dippin underground with minerals

Individuals Fictional indivisible

a new era, y'all do the same thing
From back when, shorty's used to wear the name rings
On the necklace, now she on my check list
Runnin' out

Uh, yeah 
We all change, do what you do

My family tellin' me Christianity's wrong now
So, I shed a tear when I open the book of Psalm now
Valley

all leather
on my wrist is the better see my bitch bout whatever
and she was taught by Torrance Hatchett so she was taught by the devil
wasn't no thug