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friends 

When People envy let em die with all that jealous shit 

They Talking crazy then complain when I don't let em in 

Or let em in and watch em judge

he dippin
That's how you can tell who got chicken
93' what I roll and don't flame but you know buy the smell it's sticky
By the way we still them Sam's

eatin at Flannigans
Then they gon come back to the crib to serve
Just don't be on shenanigans boy




I don't like the way you talkin keep cocaine in

Why We Always In The Crib
I Say Ima Superstar
Baby that's Just How It Is
She don't Wanna Hear That
She Like Tell That To Another Bitch
She Like It Cuz

and takes
High gear no breaks, have you knocking on them gates
Stacking up MCs at the crib by the crate
Ya´ll don’t wanna fuck with me dog Im a ninja with

for when she die
'cause I know it's coming up woah, Kenny!

Lil' bitch
How you not gon' fuck on a real nigga?
Yeah, I'm getting paid, still
Late on my

day
Rather deviate from the truth
Truth is I don't wanna lose
You say you love me you say you really care
Feeling like our love is being tied tied up

the money it calm me down
Gotta go up for them nights I was down
Couldn't get a answer they wanna call me now
I was on the bench a young nigga ballin' now

gotta ask if my killy gon' complete the mission, he dead if he catch 'em (boom, boom, boom)
.762s, .556s, 308, he on a stretcher
By myself, I'll spin in

caught in my melody
Starseedz return our Madani
I'm in the town with my woes, grown with a tact
Don't wanna pose with no hoes, gross when I act
I got

thing I need to get by, to get by

Uh, see I swear I ain't ever seen a sky so clear 
Together we're gon' make history 
Why would you wanna be

stings that you don't wanna step on
I'm god like, you all should just Reckon
Like my Perseus, you know I am my Dad soon 
Up in my head, got wars on
Seeing

I turn and I toss
In the middle of the day
The fate of the world
Lies to your face
We're all sound and safe
But it's better sorry than safe
And it's

Yeah, yeah
You like to pop your, lil baby confident, I'm with that
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
(O-o-oh Miles)

You like to pop your shit, lil baby

Deep down in her soul
Bitch cant get up
Made her
Wobble dance
On that floor

Nigga dont need
No clout
I can do this shit
All on my own
Wanna try
Nigga

your hood sipping tea
I know u fake, don't need a clarificacion
Daamn
Did it by myself, don't need a gang nigga
U and yo gang just flexin wit them shit's

my distance
Optimus Prime that car don't die in a rented if it's tinted its bended
I turnt to a shark till I make you niggas come and swim and that was

I will hear your screams tonight
In this dungeon without light
Torturing your body without mercy
Breaking your bones, burning your flesh

I don't

to know bout me that creativity won’t crash
When we recording that track, you know Bacardi by the glass
Contraband be in the stash, Oh lil mama got some ass

wet by my ink flow
Is spelled out B4 (Bingo!)
Get it?
Because I Never Get Outwitted
Bold-faced type all capped like a fitted
Make ya move even if

to hard
I don't wanna be the one to tell you up front
That girl you fucking with, man she been a dub
Say it to my face if we got an issue
Girl in my bed

(Ooh, Rell, Are you in the mafia?)
(Am I in the what?)
(Whatever you wanna call it Organized crime)
(I'm in the waste management business
Everybody

a bitch wet hit by the monsoon
I just wanna fuck a lady in her new Mercedes 
While her baby's going crazy cause he's tied up in the backseat
Witnessing

baby yea I’m on my way
Feeling a little lost needing you to be my guide now
Ride or die is you sticking by my side now
Making waves baby yea we making