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Yeah it's that T, you know I'm tal'n bout
In this bitch, for that boy Trae b day
It's going down, know I'm saying
Happy b day boy, Pee Weezy off

and my team
To every single voice out here telling you to follow the King
You'd find that we all are some broken pieces of clay
Kept together by grace

Motherfucker gold fillings out his mouth!

Yo! This is motherfuckin' Full Clip!
The Psychopathic Ryda up
In this motherfucker!
I'd do anything,

the fame 
But I ain't playing games

Party in the penthouse level 35 (woah)
Sippin' Johnny Gold and that Henny on ice
Pass that spliff take a puff take

following the pot of gold

I see a fire in the hearts of men
And I seen it go
A lil' leaf that is taken by the flow
I see it all looking down
I see it all

held it down when you still had life to figure
Now if I got life you'd be out by dinner
But when you see me eating you stay for dinner
I see you cling

I been
Grinding
Sliding
Riding
Hardy Boys top rope
Sweet chin music
Kurt Angle ankle lock
Beats I'm abusing
Undertaker tombstone
Rock rock bottom

list, you in the cold dry
Feel like a viking, way that I slide by
Lil shawty is toothless way that she slop it up
I Feel like i'm cupid way that she fall

like bread
To the all-white geese
That I like to call my team
I'm c-c-coming out with bangers
Trying to hang banners
Ain't no Bruce in it
Only dark

that's my keeper
In a chop getting slop top by a cheater
Who ain't thinking bout her nigga cause she riding two seater
Screaming boy boss up and swipe

is historic
We gonna rise we gonna glow
We on the road this is the come up
So lit burn the sun up only bluefaces
But we dripping gold this ain’t a joke

was a leech
So when the apple doesn't fall far from the tree
Just drop a couple leaves
Cutting em off
Telling La Beezo we need new cutlery
Every time

on bench that's starter cap
Aye nigga I'm here
Gold mouth grill by the end of year
I'm 21 I can drink me a beer
Alcoholic like dad might just be what I fear,

family's shoulders, cannot Tacko Fall
Balling on bums like I go by LaMelo
Shoutout to Zo, Lavar, Tina and Gelo
Bros turn to hoes, switching sides like

for the town while you were hotboxing
Boy get your shit together before you speak my name
You need to find out who you are as a man before you play

the cut boy, running out of luck boy
Motherfucker
I'm what's up boy
With a tough ploy
Gonna blow up boy
When I come up get fucked boy
Like a fuck toy
Get

hanging way below the ceiling
Wanna stay up out my feelings, cause that don’t get me paid
Instead I want a hundred bitches chilling where I lay
Don’t fall

want some hoes like a lotta those 
Make em fall for the boy like some dominoes 
At the end of my show need a Pot of gold 
Some pot and a thot built like

little ploys don't phase me
I'm on fire like I'm Hades
So maybe
Get the fuck out of my face G
I break these bars
Like it's after gold that I'm chasing
No

Chi
Chilling out with my wifey
As my father designed me

Calling out all of these liars who pretend they cant die see
They fly free of their bodies

get it
I'm coming for kidneys the bladder the witness you better be wit it
Kick yo ass out don't play with pimping, guys be simping
Dat ain't me head

I’m feedin' em money they love the taste
Boy get your girl 'fore she fall in my world and I know you don’t got what it really takes
You getting bread yo

If you can go a mile in my shoes, start runnin’
Boy ya know that things is still the same
But ya know we gotta find a better way
Runnin’ through

answers man, think
We're far below standards
Don't tell me anger won't help us
You told me the cancer would shrink
We need a shrink
We just see boys