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than guns and knives
Already know your life is more than ones and fives
Up in the strip club, that life's been done
We want you happy but of course you

her hair and choke her up
Get back to it count it up
Hitting Liqs we excited as fuck 
Drive by ride by calling shots 
And I'm aiming forward
Baby what's

I swear it really grinds a gear
You had me wasting all that time
I could never be bitter
Cause a nigga is sweet as sap
If the money good and dick is

Yeah
It's the it's the it's the it's Doh
But you already knew that
It's the hash club nigga get yo cash up
Good drink smoking purple under palm trees

Don't hesitate to just call my phone
I wouldn't leave you out here alone
It's 3AM and we in our zone
You know what it is when I stop by
When I'm with

niggas is straight hoes (on God)
Niggas know what's up with us man
Talking 'bout we don't be out here
Nigga, you got us fucked up, boy
Man, I get shit

if you hear the money Calling your gone
You leave me with no choice so I'm Crying on yo phone
I don't get it one minute your mad Then I'm in it
Time is

taking niggas bitches so they calling us thieves
Told shorty she a rat and I can tell by her weave
Ok get the fuck out that's how I tell them to leave

the stabbing
The blare slicing through my headspace
Ghosts say my name every now and then
At least twenty times thought someone I knew was calling me
Take

I'm the writer of your tracks
And you is the ghost
Thinking you more powerful then st Patrick
I'm Kanan, so let me leave a note
Of this book
Inspired by

a rubber band
But never spent it so the fellas never caught my scam
I used kick it with the baddest
At least I thought then, truth is we just were mad men

be calling my name
Niggas stay tryna spit game
Shooting they shot but they know that she outta they range
They need to stay in they lane
But shawty is

fucking
With my mind bitch
(Mary Jane)
(Mmmm yeah yeah yeah)
I'm the one who be calling people up
"Where you at?"
I be smoking bad bitches in the club
"In

baby it’s lame 
You living this life young nigha is fake 
Investing my money more money be coming this nighaz they spending their cash in the club
I

about her, no more
Two bro's by my side we gon' hit the clubs
Drink and smile all night we gon' live it up
We come back home and we get a couple dubs
Then

when I needed help
Middle finger with the peace sign
God speed when I breeze by
School lunch it was ravioli
And the cheese was moly but we had bologna

home at fourteen,
and that was me.  I was tortured inschool,
I was the class fag.  People were calling me 'faggot'before
I even knew what that word

time I book a hotel
Pay in Cash on the check-in
Phony nigga tryna get in the club
Tell that nigga he cant step in
I know some niggas that wanted to stop

away from Glenwood Plaza hook by the laundromat
Probably on Whitty getting busy where you can find me at
Four in the morning getting blistered I'm

Niggas claimin' that they know me
But they been movin' phony
Gotta watch my back
I been steppin' by my doly
I be in my head way too much, it gets

Uh
I just hit a lick and left the crib to fuck the club up
Lituation, you know I'm the plug bruh
Is you hating coz your women loves us
When we

fuck with her demeanor
My heart in little pieces I done turned into the reaper
Time is going by and it's been

(so long to how I feel)

(so long to how I

looking cute as (Uh)
Next day you calling my phone I'm look who is this
Hollywood to these hoes, you know I'm exclusive shh
I might just have to tell em all

So many people calling my name and all is in vain
they want to see me falling like rain and crawling in shame
I'm balling the same as I ever did