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This Paulie nigga, get the fuck up
And do what you gotta do my nigga!
Gold Elixir, sippin liquor, drinkin' whispers (You hear me?)
'Til I hiccup, Spit

To many times i thought suicide
And than i lay back and i open my eyes

Believe me i had that nine right by my side
If it wasn't for my family i probably

heaters
She get on her knees and she sucking my wiener
I’m dreaming of z3 two seater beamers
We sipping it down and we drink by the liters
Don’t feel

of my talent but niggas don't get it
I only left out my emotions to spit it
Traumas painted on my mixtapes
A l a z m y n tryna escape
Had my heart broken

stands before me
They act like they know me
But I keep it lowkey, I be

By myself and I got the bass loud
By myself, got the windows down
Take my ride off

health
In the words of Shawn, I gotta move on
But I took a year off to get my head screwed on
Tighter than before though I met the flyest to the core
I

Dry Snitch

Cocoa Brovaz

The Rude Awakening

know about this type of shit, snitches do exist
To all my dunns, holdin' guns
Gettin' funds, watch ya self
Through most of ya crimes by delf

Now some

Stop, giving power and authority to the feds
Stop, forcing our children to fiend off corner counter counter meds
Now that is truly what is messin' with my

it isn't worth it
I'm down to get it my nigga is you with it
You can tell by my drive that I'm on the road to riches
I'm I'm tryna run up the digits

to steal my cat
And pretend he was her dad

Everything we ever had
Everything you ever did
Was just to get under my nails
Just to get inside my skin

kept
Since you've been back my hearts leapt like off a ledge
Perfect landing with standing cheers from all your friends
Passing around a fatty jay, yeah

to ride and, all you little
Bitches and niggas get off my nut sack
18-18 years, since I buried my T Jones
When I be shooting the breeze
But I'm still

the respect
So when I hop up on that mic I get it done correct
I just been biding my time, with myself to know it’s viable
Giving you a hundred now I know you

say I'm off my rocker, I guess I'm just a rocker
From Jimmy to Jay and all along a watchtower
Yo, you're more than ahead of your time, I got watch power

on a tray
19 years old i’m on a mission, so get up out my way 

I ain’t getting younger so it’s time to go, andale
Hit a jay then run a beat, I change

Oh and fuck a hater bro they think I'll never make it whoa
I wouldn't say never baby nothing's unobtainable

Get up out my face hoe pâtissier I make

Alright, we just tryna get paid
Back in the hood man we couldn't smoke jays
Ain't much of a swimmer but we bound to make waves
No 007 but I'm kinging like

move, said she open by noon
Or you can bring it right through
Said imma get you new shoes, you like the red or the blue
I got a 100 in trues
I ain't

off ting
Took big, big risk in a Honda Civ

My OT block is Tobago hot
So I told cuz, "Chop all your cainrows off"
Askar blocked us right by the Costa
We

blowing gas blunts by the oz
Yeah they call my cellphone
But I dont even sell those
Momma fucked around and found a scale on me
I know what it look like

to the do'

Hoe you know how you can get me, you can catch me at a show

This is how I represent for my ghetto-gangsta niggas

If you want a gangsta-girl,

a blueprint of his house like JAY-Z
Yellow tips in my gun like a daisy (Brrt)
I told that bitch I ain't shit (Huh?)
I don't know what you see in me
I spin

your shorty 
CuZ her eyes give me a call 
Ain't no disrespect 
It's the truth
U know my dawg 

I was raised by the wolves 
I'm all about my paper

phased me
I don't care not a man that's above me
I compare to the K Dot Jay-Z's
I compare to what you call G-O-D's
Get some cash fuck a crooked C-O-P
Get