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knew as toddlers
By sixteen schooled in scams and plaqas
I learned it from my dad I learned it from my gramps
My brother my uncle the Low life Ghetto

birdy
I can get wock by litre but I don't sip drank
Never thought my nigga would snitch but he did that
Cat Gucci shoes with some cargos man it's mix

healin was a killin, it's a feelin you feelin
When I'm chillin on ben lows and sisters and brothers
I wear hats and pack gats the same color as my L's
I

from the mud or the trenches
Hush lil baby don't you cry
It'll be alright
Was in the dark and you gave me light
So stick by my side
I know it get hard

Wickman, bitch
Like what
These niggas done started some shit, man

They don't know
I really do this

He tried to get low
But wasn't fast enough
I catch 'em

the windchill
I been on adderall, had to mix it in with the pain pills
Too throwed, hydro, sitting low, nigga I can't chill
I fell out with some niggas, but ain't

means)
And they call me Donald Trump
Mr o-H-IO took your
Misses and now you just Mr i hate-my-ho
(lame) you've seen them facebook pictures
Blowin'

a pack and by tonight, get it off
Hmm, hmm (oooh)
Don't know where start, with me
Diamonds on a chain, hmm
Shit ain't nothing new, hmm
Lindsay for the low

in the cube, we mix a lot
Ain't no opps in the way, so we roll off
Make a hundred K and we take off
Ugly-ass bitch, keep the mask on
I ain't even say

Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one
When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by
Some had bets on the side that she

call her miss Franklin
She thinking I miss her I think she mistaken like um lil bitch I think you mistaken
I'm just one night then I'm out the door

fuckin' shock me anymore
Poured the ho, and four for the low
Told her I wanted to get blown
So she sucked my dick
But I was talking 'bout the
Blunt I had

Mad bout a bitch but I alrey told yo
These bitches on go and you already know tho
Probably got attached by the head an lil deep throat
Fuck it send

I'm just tryna live
It is what it is
Looked at my wrist
The ice is glistening
Mr. Nike call me Chris
The checks is coming in
Cp3 with the assist
She

to go
But I'm confused and that's forsurely
You've been sourcing out
It's internal baby
You hear the voices
Convinced that I was drowning in low tides

you know what the fuck goin' on, gmg  ain't no Gz like these, Chyna gang niggas,
Tell my mama that I love her, I feel bad for what I did, for  my lil

microphone right now
Shout out Malik mayne haha
I'm from the low middle class land the belly of the north
Grew up with the fam made friends played sports

niggas don't know what I seen
Beatin' myself up, but that shit had happened
I kept on sippin' lean
I mix the Zaza with the Perc, I cannot see a thing,

Serving rounds like merry go
Been captain of the front line
Hook hit 'em like a jab I got punchlines
Been cool lil nigga now it's crunch time
Niggas got

Hey it's Hendawg
Talk about Mr. Don't Poop
Sit him down in a therapy group
I asked when he last took a shit
His monthly deposit
Into the thing right

story short Duki only went and bust, I'm talking major
Now he's known as "Mr. Do a Man a Million Favors"
Ain't this like the hundredth time Duki's had

get low, we never met, bro
Don't you trust that we up here like Metro
Never last, I'ma stay in Primero
I don't play by these nails, Toledo, my bitch

In

on greyhounds then we separate towns
Super professional Mr. Congressional
So turned up they can smell & hear da decibels

All about that green shit all I see is

Ooooh, I like that
For all my 90s kids, put a lil smile on ya face 
We got work to do 

Schoolhouse rock, way back when I was little, taught me