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Gang, gang, gang, bang, bang, bang
gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, look

Turn up,

won’t break
Entrances are lessened by lessons we learn with mistakes
 
I’m feeling more inspired with every day that I breathe
Seeing bad escape routes

when sh hits the fan you know it ain't the same 

But jsp got shot by his son and that was pain
It's a big rich town where the tower is a crain
But we're

nigga, stay mad, read the text
Take your shorty, I just want her for the sex
Kick her, cause she ain't givin' no good head

Big drums is what we love

extra big
The plan ain't to get rich
We're going for wealth
Gotta take care of your health
Can't do it by yourself
You may need a little help
You gon'

so tanned
Without the Beanie rap, who? Hoodini rap
Musolini stack, Lamborghini crash, kiss the Genie lamp
Henney big, excellency, no fake shit,

I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be no B-list celebrity
Keep that Glock by my feet
Born and raised up in these streets
Duckin heat,

bitch
Mmh She loved my tricks
TSI gotta pass by quick
Gains on gains gotta add that shit
22 soon gotta do it rich
I don't sip lean but I love when your

more role
신발 벗고 알아둬
모세처럼 내가 누군지 말해줘
Eeny-meeny-miney-mo catch a motherfucker by the toe
Caught your bitch by the toe
나무에서 매달려 Robin Hood처럼
Imma light it

Cackalacka to Morocco Swiss Global we getting rich!
Oh! Oh!
Big up The Dubber, Yes my Lord - Salute to the hustlers
Respect to the customers, Activate!
Now we

the city up, evil laugh cackling

Ride by the shelters I'm scouting for housing
Being broke give me a headache it's pounding
We eat the pain and we marching

driving in your car, or while your sleepin' at your crib
You sayin' that you rich, that's a fib
You lyin' like Pinocchio, you see through plastic bitch

“ALI3N”
Written and Produced by Ari Grooves™️

Verse 1
What did you say
I’m sorry now what did you say
Too late your words here to stay 
I can’t get

the big faces
Catchin' murder cases, hood erasers
Paper chasers
With the 98, sittin' on steakes
Ballin' in the bay with the Tek to place

[E-Rock of the 5th

I, I tried momma
I tried
You lookin at me check yourself lil' bitch
Mad at the rydas cause we all rich and shit
Think about what you used to have

back
You can vaguely see the vision
I was told the top is lonely but the ground is lethal 

Yeah, I'm the shit and I wanna be rich, uh
Big dreams you can

Kiedy czasy są paskudne
By żyć rozwinąć skrzydła
Tylko swojak cię zrozumie
Tylko swojak serce odda
Bez zbędnych pytań bracie
Ja jestem zawsze gotów

started on the map
Piece by piece brick by brick
And build that motha fucka back
New kids new shoes
New shoes new rules
New rules new news
She made it he

to getting rich
From wishing we were born with a better fortune
But I hold my fate in my own hands
No more little kid's games
Shit I'm a grown man
When it

we all are epic
Life is Rosy when the flower turns the deepest thoughts
If the mills package in Bakeries, we love the ovens hot
Kini big deal if nobody

won't break
Entrances are lessened by lessons we learn with mistakes
 
I'm feeling more inspired with every day that I breathe
Seeing bad escape routes

An pass ha to the bros
Type of nigga I pull by myself
An shoot up the whole scene
You can't diss me Ina Song
Them broz don't play bout me
Posted in Santo

its nuttin’ to be proud of 
Yo, grew up on a dumb estate, North side that’s a jumpy place
Where you might get stabbed by your mate and you can’t trust

Them big B's head so good
Almost said some shit I didn't mean
Punched a hunnid 12 Pros
Damn near the Max Man if I could
I'll throw yo album in the trash