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and they see me they like oh boy
Been getting tips you can tell by my style boy
Been moving bricks on my strip for a while boy
Never ride spokes cause you

or swim
If you get backed up in that corner then it's open gym
I come hear with bargains better let me in
I ain't moving like no freshman David Let him in
I

privilege, spilling perfect pain on blemishes
Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see, tell me what you see yeah yeah
Took me by surprise
Money envy greed,

Matter fact I'm going Leon 
I go the streets can't tell me nothing 
Doing drive bys in a Nissan 

I use to get packs from Dayyjunn 
now I'm spitting this

David Lee
They say life's a game you think
You just can play with me
I just messed his insta and gave
His soul to stunna G
And tell me to sauce it up

Tell me what's the scoop
Ya what it do
Urdie came through
In that 63 Coupe (AMG)
Ya i got them racks
Ya i got them stacks
My brothers in the studio

the miracle
Best of my time
Music na you won it
Best of my joy
Music na you gimme
Best of my self
Music na you tell me
Now I'm in love with you
Cos you stole my

function
Call me a temptation say I look like David Ruffin
Fuck wit a couple hoes I don't know what made cuff em
I bought the Jordan 11's I had my nigga

(Swazy)
Wrap the money up call bro tell em to send it back
Heard them niggas was hating but we ain't into that
Ride around like the Army everything

excited you might wee
Proper Chrimbo, Proper Chrimbo

On the seven days of Christmas my true love gave to me
A peregrine falcon, prober bo I tell thee

would be our downfall
We like and comment for the sick instead of praying for the sick
Tell me where's the limit, I'm praying for Jesus to end this

Stop

by the hip
Can't you tell? Yeah
Y'all be on Mattel time
The way you toy with me
Yeah, this watch don't even tell time
It's just on tour with me
Way too

ya hear me
I low key be running this shit opps fumbling and shit bitch Nigga get get back
I drop my nuts watch yo step
Purpin wit gang ain't Shit by yo

Baby why you trippin asking where I'm at you not my bitch
But she gon' pull up give me head & I don't even need a zip
Ask what's in my cup baby yeah

Social Narcotics

MC Serch

Return of the Product

1992

'em right next to
Mister David Duke, triple K white Aryan
Who tells you pops told him that you were the lesser man
Because of drugs that were put

And He told me I'm chosen can't look back
Past drowned in the ocean how about that
Full of regrets on my chest Ima get off that
I'm unimpressed by the flex

Copping ones or buying twelves
On my corner
We learned mathematics
Science sells
Bitches gossip
Niggas gossip
People lie and tell
Fuck being carried by six

tommy in belly
Preferred to hustle wasn't nothin
Nobody could tell me
If I woke up the next morning
And my feet didn't fail me
Would keep on "runnin

show me the way I Had to make one
Did this shit all by my lonely, no Co defendant
At my granny house had roaches In it
Early morning box of cereal with

Yo
Check
NLB in the building
Represented by N.G
Yeah
Yo
Yo, check
They all like hate
When they see me step out the whip in my fresh air ones
Yeah

back to the script tryna change how I'm living
But everyone round me tryn put they opinion
Look me in my face and tell me that we twinin
Or did ya ass

bout my earthly daddy
Even though he's the one who had me
He's the one who made me feel like
David killing giants that he went to go fight
I am a lion in

the gang? You must've sniffed a brick of dog
Can't you tell by the Virgil tee I'm gettin' off?
Foghorn Leghorn how my chicken talk
When life give you

back then
They always ask Me bout my homies
And so I'm ridin by my lonely no one can control me
And I'm tryna ride it smooth but this road lookin bumpy