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Gwallla bags every state
Money on mind
All the time
Death to snitches
Droppin dimes
Salute to every nigga
Puttin it all
On the line
This here by design
Im

a purpose
Knowing that all in destiny I wanna kill serpents
Hold up, let me pause
Losing my breath spitting too many bars
I might faint in the booth, then

as I wipe the sweat

Kool is how I feel, I spot you
Giving me the abu, so I'm moving for the kill
Welcome to the player's rendezvous
Strictly pimping,

me that I can
Sick of riding solo like the wheeler in the end What you gonna say when I say that it's bad
Cause I need a girl that is right by my side

Welcome, uh-huh,
X to the Z, listen,
all praise is due to the most high
And everything preceded by my third eye,
I was raised a Jehovah's Witness,

it's the same game that we play
Surrounded by them folks who killin' and who take
That 392 gon' dip out fast like I got skates
If it ain't about that

hop on a jet

I just want add up a check

Ima just stunt on my ex

Ima just keep me a vest

They wanna aim at the best

Ima aim right at ya neck 

She

pressure on me, but I’m not nervous
Lotta scars don’t show on the surface
Lotta mother fuckers will never get this
But they promise that they gonna get rich

get live as you wanna be (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, go, step, woah, down, go, step
Real niggas gonna eat no need to compete, no
She rolling up her

Sucka Free

Afu-Ra

State of the Arts

2005

tempted down south
There's six million ways to kill a pussy, wanna count?

I never fake no moves, I just do my thing
(Do my thing, now watch me do my thing,

Drop a Jewel

Freddie Foxxx

Konexion

2003

to see me rise


I ain't got no more patience you can see it in my eyes
I'm sick of niggaz keeping me in lies, I hear ya talking

I'm New York nigga I rep

better than yours
They call me old money I could prolly cuff your 
Chick like She stole from me but I'm hooked like 
Peter Pan I'm the man what you saying

hopeless
To even combat against me 
Cause a nigga been a god working since age 3 plus 9 
Now I wine and dine but I'm so divine on the grind cause

Look I

me alone I'm on my own there is no love on my sight 
Stronger than ever I stay on that slow grind 
They shoulda kill me as a baby 
Vision on 2020, I'm

Aight deadass
This shit is just gonna be a mothafucking rhyming master class
Yall mothafuckers better listen up 
(Awww damn)
I feel my shit growing

pulling string. Niggas pitifull, cause, they scraping for the finer things. Tired of motherfuckers, disrespect me for my color. Imma keep my shit on point.

a fuck about no one the option is
Kill everybody an take all the profits
I'm tryin hit planes an relax in the tropics
They call me a bad bloke (I am)
I'm

you fucking got it
Get it til you got it
Get it?
Get it til you got it, nigga (2x)


Bring home the bread(4x)

Dressed myself to kill
Like it’s serial

Bitches make me sick so sick I vomited (I vomited) 
Invest in my life I huge deposited (Uh) 
I bottle so much pain & its a lot of it (A lot of it) 
Though

Saw a bear pop locking in the woods
When he growled he said 
whats good my nigga
Im from the hood too

Me and my cats 
Snakes rats and some bunny

probably find nothing
Let the opps shoot
I ain't on shit
I'm on nothing
You can up the score try to kill me, get to jumping
When I die, I hope niggas stream

a bitch
If she love me
She gonna see the ugly
I'm grindin' gotta get this money
If you kill me
Flee the country
Them blood hounds
Is coming
Westside my

y'all better pray more
On my downfall, but I stay up in my elevator, eighth floor
Just passed and I'm gonna raise more
Than hell, let alone, more levels

up to me
Y'all gonna have to learn to shoot
Or get a degree that you
Could only earn at Duke
Cause, duke, you be wilding duke
You be tripping
Tried