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it
Cause you don't wanna mess around and kick a hornet's nest
When I record of course it's death
I'm unbothered by empty words, gotta back it up
I kick

started
Creeping by the window crying (huh?)
Bens truck, hop out with a stick I'll be fess up (what?)
Tesla, rock out in white coat, professor
Man I'm

remember how the shorty felt
Girl I might diss you tomorrow again is a 50/50
Talk bout "Worth A Shot" she give me head while I drive to the city
A little

mom grabbed her things, we took a drive
Then Rushcreek Drive where we'd reside
My aunt Elaine stayed on the other side
In Greenspoint, where they'd

the remix
I go by the name of Sacario

[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon

what i am devoting
Building better habits 80/20 the voting
these days i been lacking the drive
We ain't even living life we just tryna survive
Wanna

Maskulin nummer eins eins eins
Meine Braut ist so heiss heiss heiss
In meiner Town ist Drive-By Kult
Deutsche Rapper wählen die 110
Tue ma nicht auf

found a different Way
I refused to be the same and for radio I had to pay for plays
Threw album party and sold that Bitch out
Got a billboard with my face

(Mason)

Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause

a bad way. It's sad to say, but I'm really bothered by it
Still to this day. I feel guilt and feel pain
I feel I could've prevented it in a million ways

I was there
I remember it all too well

Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses
in

Antonio
So she had to drive four hours to come and get me and I drove back
Yeah
She the one for sure

Got some Whataburger, ate and then went to the B&B

poli
C'est Escobar Macson alias Tony
Bamboula sans monotonie
En interview ne me pose
Pas de question stupide
C'est comme faire un drive by en vélib

lamb chops
Raided by the feds that got Fred shot
Scared of getting caught, 'cause we know it's wrong
Bullets in the ghetto have you thinking it's

nikal by God
Ab mujhe na hai chaska
Hath mein jod liye
Ye piyar viyar na hai mere bass ka
Mere baad bhi hain aashiq hazaar tere
Jinke pass bunglow car

when I'm suddenly getting inspired it's like when I'm printing a fax comin' in
And album mode is like syncing the data by thinking of raps mumblin'

Trae but a young nigga ball like the lakers
Real name Isaiah but I go by MightyZay
Running up racks give a fuck what you say
I'm grinding ain't been

age by the sound that I'm spitting
Here's a hint
I got a healthy stream
I could spit it whatever lyrics without you knowing I'm fifteen
I'm

a hundred Bodingles a feature
I've got independent, don't fuck with no Vevo
I'm keeping the toolie wherever that we go
I'm off of the bean, sipping Lean by

message
My presence
Your halo
Will come to you soon
An album by me
Dropping in June

Ayo
Sitting right next the beef

Like its lettuce tomatoe
Complexion

hear the title Leave The City?
(Leave The City?)
That's the title of the album
(Uh, it makes me wanna drive)
Yeah?
(It makes me like, wanna like get in

Ayy, this that chi-town shit, ayy, ayy, ayy, JD
I'm on with no feature
Drive by in a Beamer
He gon learn a lesson, I guess I'm his teacher
He tough

get the bag by the night times "MONEY"
You can never ever knock me outta my grind "CAN'T"
I will never let a hater steal my shine "NEV"
I've been

my next album there might be a classic on tap
Oh you don't fuck with my last shit
What i got next gon' be making you back track
Oh you bump Cold thats